Baby Steps

Sophie continues her quest to find herself and runs into a dilemma.

I start walking away from the window, slowly, tentatively. Was this really what I wanted? I started taking small steps. Baby steps. The sky was getting cloudy, and mencaing. Like it would come down and take me away. Water from snow around the town was seeping through holes forming in my boots, and in retrospect, I probably should have taken better shoes. I asked myself, when would they get here? The Nightcrawlers should have known that I was there, unnattended. Had they forgotten? But then I see black shoes coming toward me, as I am looking at the ground, not wanted to look at the situation that I was into. The shoes were familiar, like they were someone's I knew from a long time ago...