come along dear , todays not the day we die , he said . he pressed against the far wall , his hip on the ledge of the circular window that gave a clear view of nowhere . she was now speaking very quietly in the gloomy lounge . the change requires more than a cut from the blade . anna came to my quarters and for a moment , she just stood by the door and gave me a sad smile . but , there was something about her , about the way she carried herself , that was like a powerful drug . 