<strong>Maggie Foss</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The barrens<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Robert, Cern<br/><hr/>After the surreal ruins of the high school and the unearthly vision of Cern, Maggie had begun to accept that this was a fever-dream vision.  Despite the sensations-- the stinging pain from her superficial cuts, the tangible soft weave of Robert's shirt when she'd touched his arm, the pressure of the tiny sprite's touch to her hair, the cold sting of the torn chain-link fence along her bare cheek as she pressed past--  she had begun to flirt with the idea that this was a hallucination, and she would awaken any moment in a cold sweat in her own bed.  She would shower before the sun came up, and she would have breakfast on the table for her little brothers in a few moments-- probably generic corn flakes, which she would try to 'dress up' with sprinkled confectioner's sugar...<br/><br/>That notion is vain, crumbles like her composure at the sight of the giant shape of dust, wind, and debris that looms before them.  She cries out, backwards to the ground, then clambers to her feet.  She can barely hear Robert, but she stares at him, shaking her head with her blue-gray eyes glistening and huge at the shock of it, darting from Robert's face to the titan before them.<br/><br/>It's then that she sees something-- she gazes past Robert's shoulder, and she remembers to breathe with a couple gasps.  She shouts to be heard over the beast's horrid din, "NO-- COME ON, THIS WAY--" and tugs at Robert's shoulders as she starts running.  She's fast-- she's not a sprinter, sure, but if she can manage it, her fear and hope will drive her to cross the rocky turf like a gazelle, her jacket flapping from her chest as she takes off running.