I'd Love To See That Rat Nose

Whatever Had Happened To Him [newt] Out There — Maybe Even Related To His Lingering Ankle Injury — Had Been Truly Awful.

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.

Good Try, Ya Bugging Shank. The Gathering Elects Runners, And If You Think I'm Tough, They'd Laugh In Your Face.

Thoughts Of The Girl Crashed Around His Mind, Made Him Remember The Connection He Felt. A Sadness Washed Over Him, As If He Missed Her, Wanted To See Her. That Doesn't Make Sense, He Thought. I Don't Even Know Her Name.

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose