Matth lurched and made a painful sucking sound. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. When he opened them, he picked up the bullet and examined it.<br/><br/>"One solid mass?" he said, shocked. "They usually break up."<br/><br/>He rolled over.<br/><br/>"Hold on, I need to close my eyes for a minute."<br/><br/>He took off his glasses and leaned against a tree. He drifted into a narrow sleep that barely even escaped his consciencous mind.