half pint?

Like a sack of potato’s, Randy hung, near helpless. Randy was sure that he could help himself, that is if he could stay awake long enough.

--remembering the past---
“Randy, Randy, Randy how many times have I told you not to beat yourself up. The cave thing, it was an accident…. Randy, I know it’s the closest that you’ve been to death. But Randy you have to let it go. Randy, why did you fall in love with her-don’t worry I’ve told no one, but if you persist I’m going to have to tell Moomow…”

“Thanks Talonis, the monastery will live on, though not necessarily because of me.

---back to present--
Am I dead? No if I’m thinking, that wouldn’t work out so well. But why am I here… guess I can choose if I want to live. I choose life. Sorry master Moomow, I should have been a better monk.
Fl
ashing images of that dark night, mine shafts, draping cables and her, “stay here, I said stay there-“
Lil on top of a large ledge she was creeping towards a crane and Randolph lying on the ground overcome from the thugs, Lillian suppressed a scream knowing that she had to execute her plan.
not exactly as I planned. Randy thought to himself. But there’s got to be a way out of this.
“Randy always complains that I need to be more adventurous.” Lil kept telling herself as she was unraveling the load of earth. And that was it. That was the last I saw of her.

His memory seemed to blur form the past to the present. He heard “no I’m staying with him”

“Mira? Wha-“ Randolph tried to stand but his mutilated foot protested. great I was saved by the teenager, meandering around in the sewer system. "please don't let Will see me now." randy mumbled to himself.well better do best of the situation.

still encumbered(and not knowing the situation that just happened with Shilon)Randy tried to make small talk. "half pint, whats your favorite color?" really small conversation.