youre looking very serious this evening . her pulse raced with both panic and excitement at the possibility . in five minutes , i 'm coming in whether you 're done or not . real shame what happened , my boy . i decide my poetry might be off tonight so i set the marker down , but my hand takes on its own life , forcing the tip to the wall again . `` and by the way , the angels are n't that bad . '' he scratched my face - his nails were sharp - and tackled me to the floor . 