it just seems like if so much is riding on this media stream , it wo n't be easy to take down . '' she pointed to her heart and shook her head . i rest my head against his chest , listening to his heartbeat , loving the way he 's fidgeting with my fingers . what kind of prisoner was he ? yet shovel continued on , each step sinking into the sand further than he would have preferred , but all the while never bothering to turn back to his brothers . 