the lighter disappeared into his pocket . `` i 'm saying i do n't want to be anywhere near this , '' i said . in the center of the room was a music box , on which a motionless ballerina stood . the old guy nodded and ran a thick finger down a long list of names . hed pranced around last night like some kind of hero , telling and retelling about his run from the americans camp . `` if something happened to sam , when would you be ready to be with someone else ? '' 