as i turned around , i tried to grab my keys out of the door , but they had to be turned to come free . i told him the mails are n't safe . that 's when , halfway down the hall , something catches my attention . how i wished i could have just stayed that way . the orange evening sun shot through the window , setting her red hair on fire . but that was all to the good , he decided . he peered , squinting , unable to see the soldiers . 