`` not that it 's really very important what you think of me anyway . '' i was looking for my lost pet rock . it was spoken so softly , he wondered later if he 'd imagined it . with his intense hazel gaze holding her captive , she was n't sure of her own name , let alone what he 'd asked her . why could n't he have stayed under whatever rock he 'd crawled out from ? '' no , dad 's swiss army flashlight works . 