You bolt for the forest. The girl cannot follow you - she's still groping at the air, afraid to take a step. […] 'Did you want to do that?' asks a voice. […] 'Seems to me you could have used that knife.'
You bolt for the forest. The girl cannot follow you - she's still groping at the air, afraid to take a step. […] Behind your back, the grey-robed people are gathering around the girl. 'Never fear,' whispers the wind. 'It is what is needed.'