sam rubbed his eyes , trying not to give in to frustration . she turned to me , wiping her hands on her apron . `` how did you get me here in the first place ? '' im fine , i lie and clear my throat . `` there will be little opportunity to send personal correspondence . '' the last part didnt even make sense . `` he worked at the graveyard , did n't he ? `` when you look at me like that , i do n't care whether or not you 're listening . '' 