Do yourself a favor,' I said. "Forget it. Forget you ever saw me. " "Forget that you tried to kill me too?" "Yeah. That, too. " "But who are you?" "Percy-" I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "Gotta go!" "What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?" I bolted for the exit.
There is a certain strong sense of inner conviction that strikes, with a pang as that of birth, through the very soul, and which is experienced but once or twice in a lifetime.