but she 'd backed too far away from him and he had n't had a chance of catching her before she fell and struck her head on the corner of the coffee table in the sitting area . breathing her eyes open and looking into his . and he is not my servant ; he follows me of his own free will . what kind of twisted nightmare are you imagining ? '' that 's a dummy western town on the left . but i wish someone would come and buy me quick . she snatched the picture from his hands . 