its about time , the other goon says . i thought i felt my hands shaking , but was n't sure . i should n't be thinking that at al . it was as if someone had touched me with a heated mink glove , but the touch was n't soft , it was firm . the skeleton man materialized in the mist . she raised a hand before her mouth and tried to make a pocket of air to use for breathing , and managed to gasp in a small breath . nobody is allowed to see what i see . 