I ran away. I ran and ran...I am still running. In the darkness, through trees, through rain...I can hear the twigs snapping beneath my feet. Branches are whipping against my arms and my legs. I do not feel any of this. If I could, it would probably be causing me much pain and discomfort.

I have been running for hours...seven hours, nineteen minutes and thirteen seconds to be precise. I am not tired. I do not feel exhaustion. I do not sleep. I do not need to.

Sleep...I remember it...the concept of it. I remember warm blankets and the sound of Wes's soft breathing beside me. I would sometimes watch him at night. He slept so silently that I would watch him closely to make sure that he was alive.

I remember breathing. I remember dreams. I remember everything but it's not enough. The last dream I had was wonderful. It was bursting with light...comfort...understanding and love. I was torn from this dream and forced into a nightmareÉa nightmare in which I must exist forever...until I die again.