so now all he can do is move along with life , going where it goes , to death . as always , his prop piece served as a crutch more so than a cleaning device . some are into crystals , others into palm reading or tarot . of course , it limited your social life . `` i 'm not running , '' she whispered , her eyes on his mouth . if the buddys had ears or hairs they would have been raised like a cats . 