maybe you fled because you knew what you did was real bad . '' an empty trench surrounded the slab and ran off in a straight line toward the front of the platform , facing the city . note to self : your brain doesnt like it when you make it fight itself . capturing her hand , he placed it on his chest . i paused , my fingers wrapped around the handle , to search his face . the morning reception staff did not see him leave and he has n't handed his key in . 