as i slid in beside him , he stretched an arm across me to stroke my leg . which the young copilot would do , as soon as j.t . the corridor opened into a dim , rectangular room with a large collection of primitive wooden masks hung against the walls . there was a long and awkward pause . he would have kept running , but once outside he spotted someone standing in the middle of the street . `` you are not allowed to die . '' just until i have time to decide where i am going to go next . '' 