the hissing of the jets went silent . he had never crossed into the land of permanent night , and so she wished , as she slept , that his ghost would forgive her and remain there by her side . there was a screw top that appeared to be where you would pour ink into it . we 're about to leave anyway when i stop and walk over to the booth . your father forbade me to come out of the room , her mother responded , still looking outside . how many warriors do we have that can still fight ? 