Breathing becomes easier the second he releases her, but there's no lasting calm. Her hands still tightly grip hold of the tools she's haphazardly selected and, after a few moments, she shakes her head and begins moving toward the door again. Each step wavers between steady and sure but she can't stop now. She has to keep hold of her momentum and resolve or she'll be haunted by the lost opportunity for the rest of her life.

It's what she should explain to him but the words are too hard. The world keeps closing in around her and if she strays from this path, she'll never find it again.