And then she was off.
Without thinking, without worrying about anything, she ran. Ran wherever her feet would carry her, not knowing where she was going or what she was doing, but letting her feet guide her through the streets.
When she had reached the heart of Paris, she slowed to a walk and drifted through the herds of tourists and natives crowding the area. Just drifted, like the snowflakes swirling gently around her.
