`` see you , '' he said softly , still holding my fingers in his hand . it was , in truth , a little disconcerting . `` you 're sure i wo n't try to run ? '' the flat , muffled quality was gone . was he really , actually , mentally ill ? `` i count on you to make sure this does n't happen , '' she said . he could n't be tongue-tied now , though . of course , that was years ago . 