Time seemed to pass slowly for the next few moments as they made their way towards the end of the block and all Diana could do was keep a tight grip on the man next to her. Her vision flickered with every step as each breath sent sparks of agony shooting down her spine. Every time she felt as if she was going to collapse from the pain, his words would reach her; bolster her, and give her strength to walk those next few steps; and then the next few steps, and the next.

Finally, he asked if they’d made it, and Diana shifted her gaze from the pavement below to what was right ahead. “Yes,” She breathed, unable to mask the half-sob of relief that worked its way up her throat. “Yes, we’re almost there.” She said and took a deep breath to keep moving forward.