maybe its some kind of a genetic thing , she muttered to herself , but loud enough that he could hear . he does not die , there is no power in the third rail . i asked when he tucked me back inside my sleeping bag . `` oh , damn it , this hurts , '' i muttered to myself . there was something thrilling about discovering ancient secrets from forgotten places . just dont get caught up in any lies , he instructed . knowing that worrying about her outfit was a futile exercise , she quickly changed the subject . 