when he got to the back of the theater , he jumped down to the floor , spun and put his back against the wall . `` you 're doing great , '' lucas said . its sore when only when i touch it , he said . he looked off , his upper teeth working his lower lip . standing with his back to the fire , he opened the stall doors and hoped they would n't run the wrong way . it was becoming harder to see the road . the only thing different were his eyes . 