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Scarlett  ran swiftly each stride apprehensive as she held onto the aged woman– who was in her late fifties. They both made their way back to her room, visibly out of breath. She slumped on the bed while the old woman sat on one of the couches, beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The jacket the woman had offered seemed to come in handy as she curled into it, the shock of what had just happened vibrating through her bones.

"You'll be okay child," the woman said, almost out of breath herself. Scarlett  stared blankly at space before nodding.

She swallowed hard, "I'll be fine…" her voice faltered with a tone of uncertainty etched on it. Would she really be fine after what just happened? She had barely escaped by the cat's whiskers, still she had to hold on to something, anything that would keep her strong.