Jordan heard banging at her door. She was trying to pack to go to the Island. The banging continued. Surely they'd let her keep packing? Still, the banging wouldn't stop. Getting a bit annoyed she went to the door.

She was startled to see Lincoln. She started to say something about how sweet it was that he'd come to see her off.

He interrupted her and pulled her from the room. His hand was tight on hers and they ran. Her body surged with a surprising amount of excitement. She didn't know where he was taking her; she didn't know what was going on. But somehow it was exciting. It was good.

This shouldn't have been good. They were running. He said there was no Island. They running. She was terrified.

But it was good.

This she realized was what her body had longed. She hadn't wanted to admit it, but it was. As they ran, Lincoln was holding her hand. She could admit now that this was what she wanted. Just for Lincoln to hold her hand.

It was frightening to run. She almost couldn't bear keeping ahead in this chase, but her held hand and she carried on. Proximity didn't matter any more. She was broken of that. She just wanted Lincoln to always hold her hand.

As they ran there were times their hands broke apart. there were times, where she would lead instead of him. But she was running with Lincoln and she knew that nothing would ever be the same.