i hear a rustle as she moves the phone then a low rumble of voices . i lost my balance , my foot on something soft and very un-ground-like , and terry grabbed me before i fell . he found his claws digging into her . `` i 'm here whenever you want to talk about him . '' maybe my tattered and bruised heart . id do something huge to be remembered forever . i will never , ever , give you up . why would anyone need biscuits to eat with pancakes ? 