i might as well have been wearing my old clothes . he just stopped by to say hi . sitting must have turned into lying , and that must have turned into sleep . but not physically , although she had no doubt he would have tried . maybe ninety-nine percent was n't so great after all . was he trying to kill us ? it drifted over my skin , raising the tiny hairs on my body . picked up his boots from where hed stood them by the front door . im not going to let you die , he repeated firmly . 