She was afraid, but she couldn't just sit around waiting for someone to save her. She had to try to save herself, try to figure it out.
Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.
You. I've spent my life waiting for you.' -Keenan
