he looked down at her fondly , admiring the form of her face , the slight curl of her black hair . i could see the edge of a brown roll in a napkin-covered basket . he asked as he closed the door . `` you of all people should know that , trace . guess you do n't remember.your friends were struggling to get you in the elevator , so i helped them carry you . '' as strange as this whole thing is , she does seem to be genuine . i struggled beneath him , wanting desperately to get to jack . 