• She hadn't done much to help her situation, evident by the fact that she was currently barreling down the nearest corridor, her heart beating wildly with panic, and about half a meager plan formed in her head:
    Run. Don't turn around. Run. Run to the nearest door. Then keep running.
    As if Lin could ever find a door, what with how dark this stupid hallway was.
    She could hear her pursuer dashing toward her, but even that was very, very quiet. He was obviously very light on his feet, more adept at dodging all the bookcases than Lin was.
    Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God....
    She didn't dare turn her head to look back, but she was hard-pressed not to; It seemed her pursuer was about five feet behind her. She put on a burst of speed (which was quite difficult, as she was very tired and out of breath already), and --
    CRASH.