her short breaths match the rhythm of his own , and he settles into the comforting pattern . maybe youre the one who should join drama , funny man . she was adjusting her hat in the hall mirror . there is nothing of that sort happening . fresh blood ran in thick crimson streams against the brighter red of the jersey 's material . as she drove the streets of a town she 'd eventually come to think of as her own , she felt a rush of fear and hope . 