his words are just a whisper of air and they fade with his breath as he waits , desperate for me to say it back . the town sure didnt care , and peter would be safe . `` my aunt would give you a coffee . '' 'only if everyone opens all the doors and turns their back . ' relax , now , just breathe with me , and you will see that i have taken care of everything . it depends on what you consider persistent , he said , looking past my right shoulder . 