glancing toward the heart of the prison , she spotted the heavy tracks of a tank grinding through the muck . other people were yelling and waving and hugging and crying . the ship tilted and the rocks tore its side while it , driven by wind , still followed its way . will they know that i 'm coming and why ? `` he wants to discuss a few things . we were quiet during the ride home , lost in our own thoughts , before marco broke the silence . from now on , lets not be friends . 