She stood on top of the mountain, white snow surrounding her. Then she heard a swoosh. She took off running. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She stopped to catch her breath and heard another swoosh. She tan again and tripped over a root. Her frozen tears pasted themselves to her cold face stung as she hit the snow. There was a final swoosh and she was face to face with a black pair of shoes. The shoes lead to a completely black outfit, given a silver necklace with a V, and her eyes stopped on a face. He looked down on her. There was a hard impact with her head and then she saw, felt, tasted…blackness.