His shoes slapped the ground as he pushed himself to run faster, faster. His breathing came in ragged, laboured, breaths. Of all the times for his asthma to act up it had to be now? But judging by how his day was going, luck was not in his favour today. He glanced quickly behind him. They weren't anywhere in sight. He slowed down - but only a little. He wasn't going to take any chances. As he scanned his surroundings he noticed a cafe across the street from him - perfect. They would never think to look in such a public place. He ducked inside and sat down at an empty table in the far corner. Now maybe if he could find a newspaper or something else to read he could- just then the bell signalling a new customer rang. He closed his eyes. Oh God, it was probably them. He was done for. Slowly, he turned around. If he was going to die he at least wanted to know how they were going to do it. He became lightheaded with relief when he saw an elderly woman instead of his perpetrators.

Journal Entry #48 page 78

The elderly woman looked quizzically at her wrinkled hand.
"My finger is cold. I don't think it has proper circulation." She gestured towards her right middle finger.
Her husband glanced up from his newspaper and pushed up his glasses.
"Then cut if off." He jokingly suggested. She looked at him with feigned despair.
"Then how will I communicate with people?"

Journal Entry #69 page 107

 Light filters through the stems of the miniature trees. The brown and red tops are outlined with gold and the spiky texture is dotted with white. The varying height and diverse shapes and sizes faintly resemble an exotic forest on the brink of a new day.

 The large brown silhouette obstructs the view. Behind the mass, a small portion of the forest is present. The silhouetted tree in the center is highlighted by the sun. Each tear-dropped shape on the top edge of the tree is brought to life by the light shining behind it.

The sun catches a need-like texture. Each upside-down tear shaped needle is illuminated in some way. Some are hit directly by the sun, becoming a bright red and orange like hot coals. Others are only touched on the very tip by the light. Small white specs among the brown and red.