Misha's legs ached from the struggle in the mud and the race after Destin - both times - but she pushed forward through the forest after him. Between heavy breaths of exhaustion, she called his name. [i]Stupid kid needs to stop running away![/i] she thought, face red from running and contorted into a grimace. [i]I'm just going to fall over and die and my last thoughts will be 'Goddamnit, Destin. Slow down for the old people.'[/i]