"Running. Thinking. Panting. Where should she go? How would she survive? The sun began to melt the snow slowly. She hoped it would melt a little bit faster to cover up her footsteps.
The trees were growing, almost attacking her with the heavy branches. She could not distinguish the wind’s howls from that of a coyote. She continued to run through the forest. The cold air and mist from rain touched her face gently. The tears mixed with the rain, causing a stream to run down her face."
Allie is being chased. By what is unknown, by who is also unknown. Or is it all just a figment of her Imagination? Is she really Going Insane?