<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c71585"><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://oi45.tinypic.com/3163gx0.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jane Koenig</a></u></b></span><br/><br/>Left... right... left... right... Jane just focused on the rhythm of each step as she made it, her eyes fixed upon her feet and the cold, hard floor beneath them. It was dreadful, painful almost, this long and terrible walk toward the door that would bring her outside and to the open. She'd never been outside before, breathed true air or seen a true sun. The thought of it was beyond terrifying and the fact that no one seemed to have any worry bothered her. What was more, who knew of what else might be out there. Bigger things. Smaller things. People often times forgot about the 'smaller' things--single-celled organisms that could be lethal if ingested.<br/><br/>As Jane's mind swirled with morbid thoughts, she suddenly bumped into something hard. Just as she was about to look up and mutter her apologies, a warmth immediately encircled her tiny body. The heat was familiar as was its accompanied scent and within moments she was literally swept up off her feet and into strong arms, the very arms of the very one she needed.<br/><br/>"Ozzy," Jane whispered as she buried her face against the crook of his neck, nuzzling close to him and not caring who might be watching as she sought comfort in his arms right then and there in that moment. Pulling away, she then looked into his eyes, her legs squeezing about his waist and linking behind him at the ankles. "Are you all right?" she asked, a hand moving up to touch his face. Before he could answer, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.