I glanced back into the tent, gazing at Imogen for a moment, so beautiful in the moonlight. I whispered the only two things I had the heart left to say. "Goodbye...I'm sorry." I whispered softly. I walked away into the night. I couldn't run, I was too spent already. The night was...exhilarating. Just to feel the sharp crunch of pine needles under my bare feet, the moonlight lighting up the forest, my face turned to the moon. I didn't know where I was going, besides away from this horrid place. I smelled the crisp night air, chill without the sun and aromatic with crushed pine underfoot. I could almost taste the freedom I had longed for. Until I looked back at Imogen, unmoving, eyes closed, hovering just above the bottom of her tank. The light she had given us all in the suffocating darkness of that place seemed to be gone, dimming with us leaving her behind. She said she wanted us to go, which was probably true but she had to want to come to. If there had been a way she would have come. She would have been happy, but instead she was stuck watching us walk away. Our leaving came with a price. I price I hated to pay. I felt a weight on my heart that hadn't been there before, but as I turned back to the open night before me I felt something else. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. Hope