brit walked to the skeleton she had popped as we came in through the front door . their pens scratched out notes faster than i could imagine writing , and more than once , my fingers felt like they would cramp . thy image lives within my heart . '' `` you 're going to help us , '' i demanded . i did n't have time to wonder or worry over being in his bed to begin with . she was n't moving out of this house . i wrote about what i was grateful for in the day that had just finished . 