he knew there was n't anything to say . he wobbled toward the bike as his vision cleared . it was a quiet event , almost secret , by invitation only and the invitations were not printed . `` nothing about you is real , is it ? '' the cell had had one from the vet that he 'd had to listen to twice . `` he did n't like being left behind at the cottage . '' he met my eyes , not blinking . said rob , running on the spot . she buried her head in my chest . 