Jane stood still, continuing to listen to the the forest. She heard nothing but the wind passing by the trees. This was the first time she truly became aware of her where she was. She was surrounded by trees of like appearance--and presence as the one she had been sitting and contemplating under for the past three days. She knew trees were living, breathing vessels, but the trees in this place seemed to have more movement--something from [i]The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe[/i]. She looked up at the trees, the sun shimmered down between the patches of leaves that clung so delicately firm to the brown arms. It was a beautiful place. She remembered saying that to herself when she first arrived, but she had been so tired from the night before and failed to recognize the surreal beauty to its fullest.

Even now, however, she was having a hard time seeing the romantic beauty of the forest. She was still scared of being caught by her parents, even though, something inside of her told her that being caught by her parents and sent back to a correctional facility was better than anything waiting for her in this dare she say--[i]dimension[/i]?