The forest was wet after the storm. I had left the house in such a hurry that I forgot my shoes. My paws were all muddy, but I didn’t care. There was something in the woods pulling me forward, even though my lungs burned and my paws were were scratched up by the rocks. I wish I had gotten my shoes. There was something in the forest that I needed to find and I couldn’t stop running. Wouldn’t stop running. The moon shone brightly overhead, lighting my path. After awhile of searching and running I almost thought I would never find what I was looking for. Maybe it wasn’t out here after all. But wait. What was that noise? It sounded like the noise an old fashioned vent would make when it turns off. Well that was weirdly specific. Even though I was tired and weak from running, I went towards it. I hope the hours of sprinting through the woods without my shoes was worth it.