chapter seven twenty minutes later-okay , twenty-five , but close enough-we climbed into his car . he was sobbing now and his chest was heaving . let 's talk about this somewhere else . '' 'what you up to , my man ? ' he 'd come to save me when i was four , because he 'd known i 'd need saving , but he had n't gotten the vision in time to save my parents as well . trolls do n't really have the knack of working in iron or steel . '' 