he ran and ran ( he runs quite fast coach black had told his mother and he ran plenty fast with that rotting thing after him oh yes you better believe it you bet your fur ) in this dream where he was eleven years old , and then he had smelled something like the death of time , and someone lit a match and he had looked down and seen the decomposing face of a boy named patrick hockstetter , a boy who had disappeared in july of 1958 , and there were worms crawling in and out of patrick hockstetter 's cheeks , and that gassy , awful smell was coming from inside of patrick hockstetter , and in that dream that was more memory than dream he had looked to one side and had seen two schoolbooks that were fat with moisture and overgrown with green mold : roads to everywhere , and understanding our america .