`` one , '' he said , `` i have a feeling that the ship wo n't work unless you 're in it , like those doors . `` get out of here before i decide to do more than throw rocks at your head . '' still , he was sitting cross-legged on the bed , his white t-shirt glowing violet in the black light . whatever separated her from her past was fragile now , as thin and brittle as an eggshell . how many laps did you do ? 