because how would i ever really know ? but tomorrow i was n't going to let it slide . you 're away from all the people who throw you nasty looks and tell you to clean up your act or go put it on in another town . no one ever died in my stories before . like the claw mark of some giant mythical beast , the trio of gouges sliced the ship from bow to stern . `` on the surface of the moon . '' her coat was in the living room , so she put on a sweater . 