again filled his lungs , and again sent the word on its way . `` you ca n't write this story without sailing with me at least once . '' she directed , we keep going down ; the other path dead-ends . i parked at a rental lot outside o'hare about five minutes after seven . then alec shifted away with them . but he turned back to the bath . it would n't be enough that he would mourn the loss of his friends . if he could see them , could they not see him ? 