I’m here. Then, I’m there. I’m all over the place. I can feel all of them watching me. Everywhere that I go. Anywhere that I go.. Fugitives, on the run. Hiding in your basement. We’ve lost trace of time. We’ve been running for years and years. If we don’t hide then they will find us. I can hear their footsteps through the walls. I can hear their voices from a faded distance. I can see their faces blurred out through the windows. I feel frozen in time. Will I ever escape these four walls that surround me?