Lisa was once again stuck but this time not of a mental block. Instead she had wondered far off into the nearby forest, with nothing on her but the clothes she had on. Her previously white sneakers were now altered by her steps through the mud. Scratched up by the sides and practically ruined.

She thought to herself, “never will I wear this again.”

How could she go home? She could go back the same way but she had already forgotten. Internally, she cursed her poor memory and wished she had read more to improve it.

For the next few minutes she wandered. Further and further into the forest, no idea if she was getting closer to civilization.

Her eyes were beginning to water, she tried to clear the tears away with her sleeve. Unfortunately, the dirt on her sleeve blinded her. She stumbled around, then tripped on a log and rolled down into a patch of leaves and sticks.

A groan escaped her mouth, one of nothing but pure agony. Her right leg was throbbing, blood was seeping out of it but worse of all she couldn’t move.

There she laid, in pain, with tears and silent. She couldn’t bring herself to speak, she knew what was happing. The minutes turned to hours, the hours turned days, the days turned to months. There Lisa was once again stuck but this time not of a mental block.