`` i was thinking of looking at some other schools . '' `` the little bug-eyed gray guys are for real ? '' she asked , changing the direction of her questions . it 's my thing , so humor me . there was no way that could be a happy memory for anyone , except the cleaning company . he stood there for the longest while , peering down at the mound of unconscious men she 'd left for him . besides he 's busy engaging the lock and a dozen alarms . because then i imagined him whispering another name . 