the ride home in the back of fred 's truck was like the end of a dream ; you know when you are half asleep but half awake , the dream fading but it 's still there somehow stuck in the back of your head ? it breaks my heart to imagine it . his hand closed around her neck , squeezing with enough force to prevent her from drawing breath . what were the last words in his last conscious breath ? dessert was n't an option after that . the knife was nothing compared to the city itself . 