To Charlotte it seemed she had always been running, always trying to stay one step ahead of certain death that hunted her. Every breath ragged as her lungs labored to bring in the oxygen that would allow her legs to pick up and put down her feet yet another time. But with every stumbling step she lost a bit of her lead. The sound of her pursuer grew larger than the sound of her blood pounding through her veins. Her fears cried no, but her body had had enough and turned to embrace fate, dancing for eternity, never running again.