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Authors Note: This came to me while I was writing another story (a Gilligan's Island one of all things) so I quickly wrote it down.
Much was tired, very tired. They had run all day, and what had they to show for it? Nothing. Nothing at all. The only good thing about it was they were alive, but how long would that last? Some day, some time, they would be killed, at least one of them. Robin's good luck, which seemed to always be around him, would turn bad sometime. Nothing lasts forever. Much grimaced at the saying. He hated them, but it was almost impossible not to use them, and they tended to be true. All good things must come to an end. There was another one! All good things must come to an end. That was true too. How long? How long before one of them fell, never to rise again? How long before they were all gone, remaining only in memories? Even memories faded. They were courting death. How long would it be before she accepted? How long?