There are a lot of things that are telling Ivy to run. Her rapid breathing, that painful feeling in the pit of her stomach, the little voice in her head screaming for her to get away, her arms and legs uncontrollable trembling and that terrifyingly cruel gleam in his eye. Yet, she doesn't, because of the one thing that is telling her that she has to stay, that she has to help. That moment of hesitance just before the dog barks.