he said into his radio , i found the white van . she pointed to the snow and said , `` honey , this is your life , a blank canvas . i 'm about to panic-scream-when the night 's events catch up with me and my heart and breathing steady again . `` they 're in trouble , and i 'm not staying here . tenderly he places an arm on my shoulder . into their journey , long and hot , but necessary for their survival . i only waited to hear him sound more alert before i shut the phone . 