She ran. Through the hallways, through the doors, she ran until one finally opened to the outside. However, neither grass nor concrete met her bare feet. Forests and cities did not come to view. Only steel under her stance. Only the ocean came to her sight. Snow fell in the night sky. Water rose in waves, crashing against the hull of the ship. The wind tore against her skin as if to stop her, but still she ran. She spared one more glance behind her. Everything was shades of grey in the nightscape, but she saw the outlines of her captors. Their shadows were visible through the snowfall.
