“There are other things that I should write here, but I don’t know what they are,” she said as she settled her feet down on her head.

“Can you find a way to settle that down, away from those who might want you dead?”

When she looked at him, he went beet red, as they continued further down the paths neither of them had before tread.

Finding that this one, as well as all others, led to the place where they had finally rested their dread.