i leaned my forehead on the wall and waited for it to change me or kill me , and i did n't really care which . his voice cracked and he coughed . soon the convertible was pulling onto a gravel driveway and into the narrow garage where hank was waiting . she put her brush down on the table , then turned and moved into the main room . he lets go of my throat , lets go of me , as he takes a step back . seven police cars cross my path , none of which care to notice my presence . 