at night , he would dream of digging up bones and he would dream about the adventures and the excitement he would have at finding things people have wondered about for thousands of years . i looked around the basement , hugging myself . pollen thick air filled the cabin of the cruiser , rich and swollen , thicker than any fresh cut lawn . the carpet muffled his footsteps as he headed toward his home . `` never trouble my mate again , or you may not live over it . '' 