He kept running, his feet hitting the pavement in a blur of motion as he moved at speed down the street. He didn't know why he was running, or what he was fleeing from, all he knew was that he couldn't stop.

He had run into a town, but the surroundings weren't familiar to him at all. He couldn't even remember his name or where he had been. But yet some things were clear in his mind. He knew that he would tire soon. His feet were sore and his legs felt like jelly. He also knew that it was becoming daytime, as light painted the dark sky overhead. He slowed down, feeling disorientated. The buildings here were decorated with pumpkins and bats, which set him on edge. The town had a very scary feeling, and he wasn't sure why.

Looking around for a place to rest, he found an empty bench near the road. He somehow knew this was where people caught buses, though he had no idea what a bus was. He sat down and tried to calm his panting, looking down at his bare feet. His skin was bloodied and pale. He wondered what had happened to his shoes. Did he not have time to put them on? Suddenly he felt strange. Blinking, he felt as though he had been misplaced. He was no longer sitting on the bench. Somehow he had found himself in someone's backyard, sitting in a tree. He sobbed quietly, not knowing what had happened.