the bigger one was winning , but the smaller sized one was still punching the bullys forehead with his tiny fists , as if it were afraid to give up . she didnt ask for privacy and made no attempt to cover the contents of the locker so i looked in . how she wished her mother was alive and everything was as it had been . at least it was n't on backward . sometimes she felt as if she could even sense the presence of her crew . `` then she would have been gone an hour , absolute minimum . '' 