there is always the tale of an original world and a golden age . except he did n't get that far . but i was so comfortable under the warmth of the blanket , in my restful place , with him next to me , waiting . he shrugged , as if it did n't matter . eventually she finished her drink and made herself more comfortable , being careful with her sore head as she curled up on the couch . `` then i hate to add more bad news . 