stuck out here in the middle of the ocean in a rusting tin bucket with those things on the land . look , im sorry for what i did last night why ? yet she could tell he was interested . it would be so wonderful to see him , but ... eventually the feeling that i was being followed returned to me . every two seconds , i was reminded that my lungs just would n't fill to capacity like they used to . 'either tell me everything you know or go to your room and pack up your stuff . ' 