Phoenix Maplewood b is for basil assaulted by bears

Backdated, exact timeline is flexible!

Gideon ran and ran and ran.

He ran even though his legs screamed for him to stop. He ran until he was panting so hard that drool gathered in the corners of his lips and frothed with the effort of breathing. He ran until he physically could not, until the point where his lungs felt like they were tearing and his heart felt like it might explode, and then he collapsed.

The canopy rustled overhead, green leaves tinged at the edges with shades of yellow and orange and red to herald the coming of autumn. Wasps and dragonflies flitted among the boughs. Birdsong filled gaps in Gideon's ragged breathing. He pressed his ears to his skull and heaved in great gasps, willing strength back into his body. Somewhere nearby was the burbling of a brook. Once he was able to support himself on shaky legs, he trudged toward it.

He was unable, in his blinding fear, to appreciate the beauty of the forest in which he found himself. Instead, his ears and eyes darted around, alert and ready for the sounds of pursuit. It might take Isra seconds or hours to realize he had run off, and Gideon was not willing to gamble on which was more likely. He bent over the water and drank heavily and quickly, pausing only to gasp for more fleeting breath, and soon his stomach was stretched and chilled from it.

Then, having overindulged, he promptly turned and retched it all up on the bank.