folding the newspaper and leaving it on the seat behind him , he walked towards the exit . who is shooting a gun in my house ? it was pure white with gold-stamped letters on the front and with the edges of the pages trimmed in gold , too . i 'd have my hands buried deep into it later . i want to thank you for coming here to meet with me . then another blip appeared on the screen that read : would you like to travel to this destination ? 