the air was a melting pot of interesting stink , most of which meant they had a long fight on their hands . my shoulder is still sore from the bullet wound , but it is mostly healed . for a moment he stood there , simply breathing , taking in what we now knew . finally , someone stopped for us , but his cab was crowded and i rode for several hours on chance 's lap . i turned back and met his eyes . her eyes were a soft , pale gray , and huge with concern . 