i mean , hell , thats why artists are artists , theyre going places , traveling , leaving the cave to seek the truth , man , not to join other seekers . i was nowhere near asleep when my phone chimed with a new message . she appears from nowhere , from the door leading to my mother 's sitting room . he stared into her eyes and she stared into his again . `` do n't act so surprised , '' she muttered . the soldier frowned over that , his fingers tight on the notebook 's edges . 