her terror , her pain , the worry that she was going to die . youre not trying to use my daughter to score with chicks again , are you ? what difference does it make whether or not i meet your family ? and ill help him through it until we get to shore . his eyes moved too slowly , too deliberately for a mentally disturbed man . im quite sure i could help her remember , unlike that useless boy . listening to his stories , fake or real , was a better distraction . 