he takes two steps towards me and throws it on the coffee table and it slides towards across and stops in front of me . he is either dead , or ... well , i do not care to think on it . welcome those who come to fight in glory and in pain . then the train started to go . 'is it the daily tour you 're after ? ' even with a full moon , i could only see branches swaying ever-so-slightly in the wind . to go through something like that . she said , in a strangely amused tone . 