She puts my cap back on, and we go on like this as I chase her with the cart to the register.  Just my luck, Sara chooses the one handled by Blue Eyes.  To make matters worse, Cutter is standing at the end of the conveyor belt, waiting to bag groceries. Blue Eyes and I been long done, but I still get nervous as those dots of ice bounce between Sara and me. Sara doesn’t notice anything, placing groceries on the belt. I feel damned if I do and damned if I don’t, but I’d rather do something than nothing.