G
a
rre
t
t
b
l
e
w
o
u
t a s
i
gh and
sai
d
,
“J
e
s
u
s Ch
r
ist.”
L
iv want
e
d
t
o
t
e
ll
him n
o
t to
w
o
rr
y.
T
hat
what
K
e
lly
had
said
h
ad
h
e
lp
ed
.
I
t
d
i
d
n
’
t h
ur
t
as
b
ad
a
nd
s
he
was
fine and n
o
t
t
o
f
ee
l
b
ad
that
he
h
ad
panick
ed
.
I
t
was
all
o
kay.
A
nd
him
be
ing
this
u
ps
e
t
j
u
st
m
e
ant
he
l
o
v
e
d
h
e
r
m
o
r
e
than
s
he
th
o
u
ght.
Bu
t
all
o
f that g
o
t
l
o
st
be
ca
u
se
the
m
o
o
nlight
s
t
o
pp
e
d
r
ippling
a
nd
e
nv
e
l
o
pi
n
g
h
e
r
wh
e
n
the
n
e
xt wave
h
it.
L
iv
claw
e
d
at
the
ru
g,
the
s
o
fa,
G
a
rre
tt—anything
in
re
ach—and
she h
o
wl
e
d
with h
e
r
pain.
*
*
*
*
*
K
e
lly
wa
t
ch
e
d
L
iv
f
o
ld in
o
n
h
er
s
e
lf
like she was
c
o
mi
n
g
u
nhing
e
d
at
h
e
r
j
o
ints.
She th
re
w
h
e
r
h
e
ad
b
ack,
l
o
ng
b
l
o
n
d
e
h
air
flyi
n
g
a
r
o
u
nd
h
e
r
fac
e
.
G
a
rre
tt
g
r
a
bbe
d
f
o
r
h
er
, his
v
o
ice
s
oo
th
i
ng
and
his
w
o
rd
s
a
c
o
nstant
st
re
am
o
f
n
o
ns
e
ns
e
.
He
l
o
o
k
e
d
at
h
er
, sca
red
,
h
e
lpl
e
ss,
ang
r
y
with
hi
m
s
e
lf.
She
c
o
u
ld
s
e
e
it
all. “
T
h
ere’
s
n
o
thi
n
g
y
o
u
can
d
o
, h
o
n
e
y,”
s
he
said
to
h
im.
“
A
ll
we
can
d
o
is
m
a
ke
s
ur
e
that
she
d
o
e
sn
’
t
h
ur
t
h
er
s
e
lf
the
fi
r
st
tim
e
. Y
o
u
can
ru
n
h
e
r
wh
e
n
s
h
e’
s
d
o
ne
t
ur
ning.”
G
a
rre
t
t
n
o
dded
,
jaw
tight
with
a
n
g
er
.
He
k
e
pt
o
ne
hand
o
n
L
iv
e
v
e
n
as
h
e
r
b
o
d
y
dre
w
u
p
o
n
its
e
lf,
m
o
ving
t
o
o
fast,
th
e
n
t
o
o
s
l
o
w.
A
ch
a
o
s
o
f
s
hifting
m
o
l
e
c
u
l
e
s
and fl
e
sh and
b
l
oo
d
m
o
r
phing
t
o
f
o
re
ign matt
er
.
L
iv l
e
t
o
u
t
o
ne
m
o
r
e
sc
re
am
a
nd
it was
do
n
e
.
She was
g
o
l
de
n
l
i
ke
wh
e
at
i
n
the
s
u
n.
H
e
r
e
y
e
s
a
fi
er
ce
br
o
wn
that
ma
d
e
him
t
h
ink
o
f wild
thin
g
s and
the
h
u
nt.
G
a
rre
t
t
b
l
e
w
o
u
t
a
s
i
gh
o
f
re
li
e
f,
gath
ere
d
the n
e
w
panting
w
o
lf
t
o
his
ch
e
st.
He kiss
e
d h
e
r
m
u
zzl
e
,
l
oo
k
ing
so fa
de
d
b
y
w
o
rr
y
K
e
lly
was
t
ru
ly
c
o
nc
er
n
e
d
f
o
r his
h
e
alth.
Bu
t
he
was
fine
a
nd
s
o
was
L
iv.
She
smil
ed
.
“
G
o
o
d
.
N
o
w
y
o
u
can
l
e
t
h
e
r
calm
d
o
wn and
y
o
u
can shift and
y
o
u
can take
h
e
r
f
o
r
h
e
r
f
i
r
—”
S
o
m
e
o
ne
sta
r
t
e
d
p
o
u
n
d
ing
o
n
the al
re
a
d
y
c
o
mp
r
o
mis
e
d
d
oo
r like an
ang
r
y
g
o
d c
o
me
to
c
o
ll
e
ct
its
due
.
*
*
*
*
*
T
o
o
Fast
G
a
rre
t
t
n
e
a
r
ly
r
ipp
e
d
the
d
oo
r
k
n
o
b
o
ff,
he
w
a
s
so
e
n
r
ag
ed
.
T
he j
ur
y
-
r
i
g
g
e
d
hing
e
s p
r
o
t
e
st
ed
.
W
h
o
in
the h
e
ll
w
o
u
ld
b
e
k
n
o
cki
n
g
like that
n
o
w?
T
he
o
n
ly
two
p
e
o
ple
o
n
Go
d’
s
g
ree
n
e
a
r
th
w
h
o
e
v
e
n
ca
re
d
wh
er
e
he
liv
e
d
w
er
e
h
er
e
r
ight
this
m
o
m
e
nt.
W
h
o
e
lse
c
o
u
ld
it
be
?
He
o
p
e
n
e
d
the
d
oo
r and his
br
ain
d
id a
d
o
ub
le
tak
e
.
He
d
i
d
n
’
t
re
ally
have time
to
re
act.
He
re
gist
er
e
d
a malici
o
u
s fac
e
—the
sha
r
p
jaw,
the
p
o
int
e
d
n
o
s
e
,
the
d
a
r
k
h
ai
r
. Silv
e
r
d
ash
e
s
o
f
r
ain
spa
r
kl
e
d
a
r
o
u
nd the
p
er
s
o
n
f
o
r
a
m
o
m
e
nt
and th
e
n
a
h
o
t
stab
o
f pain fill
e
d
h
i
m.
I
t
wasn
’
t the
r
ain that fla
re
d
br
ight.
S
o
m
e
thing
e
ls
e
.
G
a
rre
t
t
h
e
a
r
d
K
e
lly sc
re
am
and
f
e
lt
his l
e
gs sta
r
t to
c
o
l
lapse
u
n
de
r
him. Why was he sitting? Why?
Bu
t
th
e
n
he sm
e
ll
e
d
it.
His
o
w
n
b
l
oo
d fl
o
w
i
ng
f
r
o
m
r
ight
wh
er
e
his
h
e
a
r
t sat
in his ch
e
st.
T
he
t
r
ickle
had
t
ur
n
e
d
t
o
a g
u
sh.
T
his was
n
o
t
e
n
o
u
gh
to
kill him, s
ure
ly n
o
t.
He was
a
f
u
cking
w
o
lf.
T
h
i
s
w
o
u
ld
n
o
t
kill
h
im,
it
was
j
u
st
a
bu
ll
e
t,
a
re
g
u
lar
o
ld
bu
ll
e
t.
He
c
o
u
ld
sm
e
ll the
l
e
ad
a
nd
the
g
u
np
o
w
der
.
No
silv
e
r
h
ere
.