And yet he ran on, he ran so fast, his feet light on the darkness beneath and above his path. His monsters couldn't catch up with him. How clumsy they seemed now; he could hear them stumble and trip behind his steps, graceless, whining and hissing, furious at his escape. And to think that he had been curling up under their claws just a little while before, and so many times before that.

"Breathe out".