a single punch to his face seemed like it would disintegrate him , sending him back to the dust from whence he came . she forgot about the jobs they had to do , the things she had to steal . the walls were n't cement but painted a deep , rich red . personally , i think you should treat him like a loaded gun . dust sprayed the air , probably choking her . roger felt a stab of regret at being unable to offer to go with her , but duty called . 