No…no…no, thi-this can not be happening to me right now. A few people seemed to have noticed my fall down the steps. I don’t want help. I don’t want people to notice me. I just need to get away as fast as I can. Why did I just trip? Why was I not more conscious of my my movements? Why was I not looking at my feet? Why did this happen to me? They all saw it happen, they are gonna pocket that memory...

I approach the familiar tunnel, I haven’t seen it in 15 years. Since we used to use the tunnel to travel from one side of our village to the other. I remember running with Tilda and Maureen like we were being chased by guards with their swords drawn. It was always were we got away from the “bad guys” for good, running off with stolen treasure or whatever our little minds thought of. The tunnel was...