I can hear Johnny yelling my name. I have to run, get away. I can't see where I'm going. I don't even know where I'm going. It doesn't matter. I just have to go. Get out of that house. Get away. Get away from everything, everyone. What's happening to me? What's happening to everyone? I have never been afraid of my brother. Never. But back there...I was terrified. It was like something else had taken over. Someone, something else. He was hurting me. But he would never do that...would he? Yet, I was truly afraid that he would hit me. But instead I hit him. I hurt him. He was bleeding. I cut his face with my ring. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I feel so lost. I don't know what to do. I just keep running.

No one cares. The people in the street, they must think I'm some silly girl, running off somewhere. Well, perhaps I am a silly girl. But I don't care. I don't care how where I'm going or where I end up. I don't care how many people I bump into or how many children I push aside. I want to be impulsive. Live for the moment. Forget about the consequences.

"Uff." I've hit someone. I pause for a second. But only a second. It's a newsie, Kid Blink. He's with a girl. She's small and has dark blonde hair. I look and her for a moment. She stares curiously into my eyes. No, I have to go. I turn and keep running, fresh tears blinding me. The crowds are beginning to thin until finally I'm running through deserted streets and alleys. I can hear a bird call in the distance; it's forlorn cry, a single note, hangs frozen in the air.

I stop short, my side aching. I'm gasping for air. I don't know where I am but I've come a long way. I look up. I'm standing on the Brooklyn bridge. I grip the railing, trying to catch my breath. I don't even want to guess how many blocks I've traveled. All I know is that it's getting dark and I have no idea how to get home. So now what am I supposed to do?

I'm bleeding. My cheek stings. I can't believe Angela would hit me. Injure me. But what's worse is that fact that she felt she had to. I drove her to it. I did. My fault. What's wrong with me? What have I just done? My God...what have I done? I was out of control. I lost control. Just...lost it...

I stumble down the stairs in a haze. Everything feel surreal, like a dream. I follow Angela but I'm too late. She's gone. I call her name. It echoes hollowly through the deserted garden. I run to the front of the house in a fruitless attempt to somehow catch her. I keep calling her name. over, and over, and over. But no one answers my calls. I have to find her. Tell her. Tell her...what? Just tell her something...I don't know. Something. Anything. Apologize maybe. I need to talk to her. Now more that ever. Why did I do it? Why-how...how could I have ever hurt her? What's happening to me? How could I have done this? I have to fix things. I need to. While I still have the chance.

I nearly crash into James as I round the front of the house. I step back, shocked. Slowly, the scene in front of me begin to sink into my foggy mind. James is loading a traveling case onto one of our carriages. There are two more already strapped to the carriage. I stare at the trunks in horror. I keep shaking my head, though it makes no difference. I close my eyes and pray that when I open them the carriage, James, the trunks, everything...everything will be gone.