Then he opened the front passenger's door, leaned in and smiled at Ruby.

She glared at Ruby, who was still ignoring her.

He looked at it when it came away red, then glared at Ruby.

The old man looked at Ruby with coal black eyes that sparkled even in the faint light of the cave.

He slowly raised his head to look at Ruby, and he was smiling.

And finally, because he couldn't put it off any longer, he looked at Ruby.

When his lungs finally allowed him to think of something else, he turned and looked at Ruby.

Then he looked over at Ruby and saw her struggling to release the webbing.

Terry dressed, then stood looking down at Ruby, asleep on the blankets.