Her mother’s last word echoed in her mind: “RUN!” So she ran. She ran and ran. Her paws crunched and clattered against the cold, dry ground as she ran with all the speed she had. She remembered there was nothing ahead of her, which was good because she couldn’t see right now through the tears clouding her eyes. She ran because that was the only thing she could do. But she knew that it wasn’t going to do her any good in the end. No matter how fast she ran she couldn’t outrun them. They were all around her, in the air, like a dome moving around her. She could feel the unending stare of their blinking eyes, scrutinizing her, making her feel even smaller and more vulnerable. Whenever she looked up she could see them there still, always watching her, rotating and flitting around in their strange patterns, geometric arrangements hanging in the air, always watching her. But all she could do was run. She couldn’t stop now. Tears streamed down her cheeks until she had to close her eyes. The only things she could hear were her own footsteps and cries, they never made a sound. And then she was falling. Suddenly there was nothing beneath her feet and she was left tumbling and falling through a cold windy void she could see nothing in.