She paced forward through the forest, driven by necessity. It was like an itch, like a burn. Well, to put it short, it was sending her right round the twist.

Not to say some of it wasn’t pleasant in its way: some of the songs were rather catchy and she had found herself singing them under her breath at odd moments. And the feeling of belonging and companionship was rather nice.

It was the constant urge to go to a store or a mall that gnawed at her. What were and why would she want stacked white vinyl boots anyway?