those times , which may come again , were at this moment , abandoned . i tripped over the edge of a miniature canyon the rain had carved into the dirt . the last thing i have time for right now is to get involved in anything , but i ca n't seem to stop myself . '' the parade of faces that entered answered the question . this man was n't right in the head . his eyes opened and in them all i saw was that pain i 'd seen in his expression . 