Ellen ran. She ran as though her life depended on it. Technically, it did. She skidded wildly around another corner, trying desperately to lose the enormous Folk that was chasing her. She didn't have the strength to fight it. Not now. She cursed under her breath- a bad habit she'd picked up from Keats. The thought of him gave her an idea, and she changed direction. She knew there was a portal near by. She reached it, took half a second to finder destination, and jumped through, her giant persuer missing her by mere inches.
Keats stood at his kitchen sink, brushing his teath- and wearing no more than a towel wrapped around his waist. By his judgement, it was somewhere areound 6:30 in the morning. He wasn't expecting visitors. Ellen counted as a visitor, so the editor for Unknown Realms Magazine was understandably shocked when the aforementioned messanger literally tumbled through his door.
"What in-" he managed half an exclamationn before gagging on his toothpaste.
"Sorry, Keats, I was just- Oh! Oh dear..." Ellen trailed off, turning her head away so fast her neck cracked. Keats spat the now poetentially dangerous toothpaste into the sink, "You, he pointed at her with his toothbrush, "really need to learn how to knock."