I stand on the sidewalk outside of the cafe waiting for my mother to pick me up. I check my watch, and she's late. This is a bit unlike her, though. My heart is beating fast for some reason. My conscience was screaming to me. I'm not sure when she's going to pull up, but I feel as though an open opportunity has presented itself. My heart continues to race and my feet feel that much lighter. I've never felt this before and I'm scared. I see headlights down the street and I tense. As the car approaches, I notice it's not my mother's. My conscience is all but bellowing my brains out, screaming only one word: Run. And despite everything, home, Cloud, my mother whom could show up any minute, I do.