I am running. Running faster and faster and I don’t know where I am or where I am going. I am breathing hard, my chest is heavy and there is a stitch, no a tear, in my side and it feels like I am on fire. I look around me and all I see are walls, mahogany paneled walls. One after another after another, no doors, no windows, just walls. The floor is bare under my feet. I am not wearing shoes and for some reason I find this quite distressing. Normally I wouldn’t care; I hate shoes, but on this particular day I do. It seems to make all of the difference. There is someone running behind me. I know who he is. I don’t know how I know who he is or even how I know he is a he, but I do. I just do. He yells something at me, something that sounds like shop, or pop, or cop. STOP! He is yelling STOP! I don’t stop; I keep running, running, running. With all my might I run, scared that he will catch up to me, scared that he will find me, scared that he will do with me what he has done to so many others. Finally I see something. A door. Never in my life have I ever seen such a beautiful, illustrious door. I go in it is unlocked. There us a desk that I hide under. I am breathing heavily still; I can feel the sweat running down my neck, my back, my legs. He enters, the priest enters; another thing I don’t know how I know, but I know anyway. He reaches under the desk, pulls me out from my safe place, throws me to the floor, takes out his gun, and shoots me. Then I wake up.