Whatever Chandler's life might be worth, he knew he had given it away
and the girl had given it back to him.
He did not see her for several days, but the morning after the massacre
he woke to find a note beside his bed table. No one had been in the
room. It was his own sleeping hand that had written it, though the
girl's mind had moved his fingers:
If you get mixed up in anything like that again I won't be able to
help you. So don't! Those people are just using you, you know.
Don't throw away your chances. Do you like surfboarding?