`` soon , christopher , you will be gone . 'but he has n't touched a drop all year ! ' the heat immediately changes into coolness . her hands tightened on my shoulders , her fingernails pressing into my skin . a white beam shot from her hand , aimed at his neck . then laughed softly , i can live with that . he felt all was one big stinking waste dump . how are things going with you and autumn ? '' let everyone else wear fruit salad on their chests . 