You walk around the ballroom, sad. You were hoping that today would be the day. You were hoping that you would find a boy to call your own. But you know that that's just a story, right? That true love doesn't exist? Your train of thought is thrown off by the sound of shuffling footsteps bounding towards you. A young man, looking to be about your age, runs to you. He grabs you, pulling you close. Before you know it, you two are dancing. The boy whispers, "Just keep dancing. They're after me."