Quickly she walked, she showed no fear nor emotion. Holding her breath she thought maybe, she might see the light at the end of the tunnel. Not something cliche you see. No.Rapidly she was pacing along in a Sub shaft, squinting in the midst of darkness, as large subway cars whisked past her, sending her hair to and fro but she carried on, never to look back.Trying to make out the speck of glow in the far distance, that maybe just maybe it was the end. Where or what she was walking so fervently from no one could tell you. For she was a girl of no speech, just a small frail thing with little eyes that burned with mystery.