"(Beth) "You can't leave me behind!" "I can and I will, if I have to break your neck to keep you from following me." "I'd like to see you try." "No, you wouldn't." His voice was flat, unemotional, but even in the darkness she could see the faint flicker in his eyes. She looked behind her, at the crumpled body of the pot smoking soldier, his head at an odd angle, his eyes open and staring. "Oh, God," she whispered, horrified. What had seemed a strange kind of nightmare was suddenly, terribly real. "Did you kill him?" "No, the tooth fairy came along and took care of him."