"A sob caught in my throat-- somewhere in the distance, if only I could walk far enough to find it, there was safety. I was sure. I could see it more clearly than I saw the ocean before me. Soft hills, wooded with welcoming forests, a quiet farm house, a spiral of smoke drifting into the air from its chimney. A peaceful solitude, a place where no agony would shatter my skull. A place where nothing of note would ever happen so there would be nothing to foresee."

x. "Elektra", Jennifer Saint