twenty years had passed since i owned a couple of small restaurants plus interest in a bar . she closed her eyes and wondered if she was still asleep and dreaming . he moved silently through the forest , tracing the scent of burnt wood and smoke . you 're my ride , '' i shoot back with a smirk . but then i think that the i does not need to be a person . `` fine , me dear , you shall have it your way . 