time melted away like ice on a summer day . she was probably in her fifties and looked like someone out of a nineteen forties novel . by the end her voice was catching and a foolish tear was tracking down her cheek . he struck a match and it popped into a bright , orange flame . i was n't quite sure how she did it , but i wanted to escape before she could totally destroy my good mood . i made a dash for it , beating mike by a hair . `` in other words , what happens to you ? 