a lone woman , black hair cut into a bob , stood outside the door . `` we have to get back out there though , '' he says , but i 'm already making quick work of the first button . i throw my balled-up napkin at her . the disc does a one-eighty and i fly down the hill backward . we have what we came for , now lets get out of here . then again , she was so young ... ... `` do you feel any resistance ? how far did i want to take this ? 