he takes off and starts weaving his way through the tables . my mouth is open , seeking breath that my lungs are n't getting anywhere else . up above on the grated walkway sat some sort of control panel , probably what he could use to shut off the message and hopefully turn on the lights . but the strange thing was that she was n't sinking . she let out a sigh as one of her least favorite customers swept into the store . `` after you wondered about the other people who are registered here , i checked . '' 