Sara runs, she runs over sidewalks, grass, and even open road. Despite the cool weather, she sweats, her breasts felt like giant water balloons strapped to her chest, yet she pushed on, pushing on until she comes up to a door to an apartment. Sara takes a few breaths, looking at the simple door that held a legend, then she knocked. A few seconds later, a familiar face opened the door "Train me." Sara said, looking at him, her future flashing before her eyes. Then to door began to close "Hey, no!" Sara grabbed the door, stopping him from closing it "I did not run all the way from New Jersey to Brooklyn in this fall ass weather just to have a door closed in my face, gimme a real answer coward!"