when i finished , i twisted my fingers together in my lap , staring at my hands . then he smelled blood again , and looked sideways , toward the door . nothing appears of the ordinary , though . well then , there was no time for hesitation : every second counted now . he let out a tired sigh before he flipped it open . it took only moments to sort sam 's scent from all the others . i hope it doesnt go on like this . he likes brown pears more than green . 