vincent stood in his mother 's apartment , watching the ambulance parked outside . her shirt was n't ruined , but that did n't make her feel much better . he took a breath ; his vocal cords were already sore . at least my life was worth a job that would n't kill me and enough food not to starve . we hope someone can help us to fit in . i suppose if i thought about it , it makes sense . `` you 're not supposed to be talking to me . '' one hit the back of her right knee . 