all there is is one thin blanket for each of us . is it always this muddy down here ? `` maybe he 's gone home with her . '' and it had made her so happy . heather shrugged her shoulders and said , if the god of the sacred water gives us not the wind then he will give us something else . his mouth found hers , rocking her world while clothes littered the corridor . but ... we should n't have ... gone there . '' 