You ran, ran as far as your little legs could take you. A danger at your home threatened you, and in your fear, you ran as quickly as you could, leaving everything you knew behind. It was no longer safe for you there, and you were a small child. All you could do was run.

Eventually... the injuries you sustained from running and your exhaustion caught up to you. You faltered and stumbled, and eventually stopped at the base of a leafless tree. You were tired, so very tired... there wasn't anything around, so surely... a small nap wouldn't hurt, right...?

"You there! Intruder!" A sharp, harsh voice awoke you from your slumber. You jolted awake and sprang up, ready to run again if you needed to. A cookie missing an arm approached you, her glare harsh. Her gaze softened just a bit as she looked at you, realising you were no danger.