THIRTY-FIVE
Norman was chasing her. He'd never stop, never give up, until he caught her and drained her dry. Relentlessly pursuing her across land and sea and rivers that weren't sure which they were, and tried to make up for it by being extra fierce and sweeping away everything in their path. They wouldn't stop him, though. She'd barely made it across, but he stood on the other side of the torrent, laughing and urging it on as the water licked at her, snapped at her with sharks' teeth and tried to drag her back to his suffocating embrace.
Norman just stood there, sporting fangs of his own, and shouted that she'd die for daring to disobey him.
His voice grew fainter as she turned her back on him. Now, she faced the future. A man whose face she couldn't see. But as she kept running, hi
