”“Do tell?”“All my life I’ve had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I’m like the arrow that springs from the bow, my path is cle...r.”“Poetic.”He shrugged, “It always stuck with me.”She nodded.“So what’s it got to do with anything?”“Well, I’ve been thinking about my lack of focus,” he said leaning against the counter. “About sleepwalking through life, almost literally.”“Like your dress sense and the way you acted last year.”“Exactly,” he nodded, ignoring the good natured barb and. "Don't even try to lie to me, Sam. You can't."Sam backed up and glanced toward the front door, trying to decide if itwas time to run for his life, but I cut him off at the pass."No running, Sam. As a matter of fact, sit down right now and stay seateduntil I tell you that you can move."Sam obediently slid a chair out from the dining room table and sat down.His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes flashed around the room,but his body was stock still.I went upstairs to my office and. It was quiet as I walked down the road towards Ms. Donnelly’s house. I figured that during the ten or so minutes’ walk, I had been passed by only two cars and had seen three people who paid no attention to me, and heard only the noise that the wheels of the cases made as they trundled along the pavement. Eventually, the phone beeped and announced that I had reached my destination. I looked at the house in front of me and smiled. I knew that my mother’s friend, Margaret Donnelly, lived in a nice. I try to kick him with my right leg, but he's got a good grip, and pushing him just pulls at my leg, making it hurt worse.I scream as the wolf rips off a large bite of my leg, my flesh dangling from it's mouth as it begins to chew. I start to crawl out of the tent on my hands and right knee with tears blurring my vision. As I poke my head out, I feel the wolf's jaws once more on my left leg. He drags me back into the tent as far as he can pull me. I try to grab onto something, anything, but.