`` that would be the whiskey chasers with dinner . '' blue ocean waters crashing on golden sand , kicking up a spray of salt water every so often . but after jack died , i had n't wanted to think . also , is it okay if i move in sooner than later-and by sooner , i mean like tonight ? '' what do you have to be sorry for ? but you force them to kill and hurt and hate until there is nothing left inside of them-of you . i nod again : now i understand - a cover-up ! 