<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>It just never seemed to end.  She probably hadn't even been here that long, but she was really feeling tired.  She wanted to just get situated in this place and not have to deal with all of this crazy crap.  There couldn't be that much more that she had to deal with, though...hopefully...<br/><br/>She got on the footprints and then marched along with everyone, but her thoughts were starting to drift, occasionally throwing her off from the repetitive pace until she got the hang of it.  Simple rhythm always seemed to be anything but for her, which was why she was such a terrible dancer.  Perhaps it was because time didn't seem to always want to be linear for her.