[it takes all of shalem's self-control to not start biting the inside of his cheek. a forest that moves around them is a little too much like a few circumstances he remembers being in not too long ago. in fact, he can name one instance that happened very, very recently.

but he has to stay in control. he's a nightmare when he doesn't have it.]

Then I think all we can do is try to follow my footsteps, if I managed to make a dent in the grass and brush while I was running. If there were lights, we could have tried to look for those in the distance...