he was not numb , just no longer in pain . `` after him , you dunce , '' called someone else . he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a key . that sounds just like what i want . my warm breathing was trapped in the material . but why is he interested in me ? what had he thought of her ? i was beaten and battered , cut and scraped when we got home . he slammed him against the floor hard enough to daze him . he 's going to make it , right ? 