...there Was No Such Thing As Curses.

You Switched The Days," I Said, Dismayed. "you Blew The Tire. You..." I Trailed Off, Probably Because The Next Words Out Of My Mouth Were Either Going To Be "you Are Enough To Do This?" Or "you're Destined For A Life Of Crime." It Was A Toss-up Either Way.

You Get Some Sleep, Abigail," Townsend Told Her. "i'll Keep Watch." "that's Very Gracious Of You, But Being That We're On An Airplane..." Even After The Plane Took Off, They Kept Debating Security Perimeters And Protocols. I'm Pretty Sure They Argued For Forty-five Minutes About Where The Best Place For Cappuccino Was Near The Colosseum.

I Don’t Understand Hate. I’ve Seen Its Power. I’ve Known Its Wrath. I’ve Even Felt It Coursing Through My Veins, Pushing Me On. But I Don’t Know Where It Comes From Or Why It Lasts, How It Can Take Hold In Some People And Grow.

And Then Zach Said A Really Bad Word, But I Doubt Deedee Noticed Because It Was In Farsi

So... I Take It That's The Man In Your Life.