do you think im not trying to get him out of the house ? she had brown hair and eyes , and was square-built like her father . emma walked in a slow circle around the room , running a hand along the dusty shelves , her eyes watering . my ears picked up every little sound and turned it into monsters and attackers . your jobs to get us out of here ; mines to sort things out if you dont , okay ? i was afraid to ask , but i felt like i had to . 