`` it 's not from me , '' he 'd said . three of the best words in the world when they come from you . '' youre going to be alright , someone said . he imagined the string went all the way to the heart of the forest- to the father tree , where they all came from . i reached into the open trunk of the car , pulling at my suitcase . he laid down the pack and pulled out two sandwiches . a small door with a tiny pane of glass sat at the end . 