someday , i said , if you like , ill go back with you for real , maybe spend a week there . he turned to her and tossed the axe down to the ground . had she imagined the whole damn thing ? there is talk , whispered around me , of heavy fighting in front of us , but i do n't listen . which means this has to have been bubbling along for a while , right ? '' that moment of distraction would have been the difference between us living and dying . hopefully , she was safe at home . 