if we were going to find anything , it would be here . no doubt he has a paper in the press somewhere on 'our ' work . '' she wrenches the knife from the rabbit 's skin , wipes it once against the ground , and slips it into her belt . still , sometimes i want to take the nothing . he paused , as if waiting for smith to reply . he looked out toward the sea . not even the night i kissed her when she was human . it 's in the trunk of my car . '' 