i grinned , my lips still pressed to his , and murmured , `` i missed you , too . '' the old woman waved her stick again . with what kind of a mirror can consciousness look at itself ? i get the feeling that he wont have that much time for me . if someone is on guard inside , i dont want to take the chance of you being seen . he hopped around for a bit before slipping the branch under his arm . her voice was filled with relief . 