Misha crouches beside the river, shaking and breathing heavily as she watches a familiar form bolt from the very unfamiliar opposing woods. [i]Now's the time to run,[/i] she thinks. She braces herself to speed away, but she can't help but stay to watch out for Destin. [i]He trusted me,[/i] she thought. [i]He said he cared about me - and this is what I do.[/i]