There were no woods in Septemberclaver, but she moved quickly through the dark trees and wild underbrush, surprised at how easily she was progressing. She was thinking that she was now free from the neighbor who opened his livingroom curtain and photographed her whenever she jogged by his house. Through his open-curtained window, hundreds of photos of her pinned on his wall were visible.

Suddenly she was tired. As if in response, a circular clearing appeared, directly in front of her. She took off her pack and lay down. On the ground where she lay, green grass was pushing up through the dry yellow-brown summer grass.