She broke from the woods in a steady trot. Oh, she was one step ahead. Always, just one. He'd take a while to find her now, try as He might. And by the time He caught up, Isra would be who knows where. 

This place seemed nice enough. Wide open spaces. Pine trees to hide behind, and plains to sprint through. Mountain peaks touching the sky.

She ran through the wheatgrass field, chasing the breeze, a weightless laugh surfacing from her lips. Always one step ahead.