Huff. Huff.
    Panting, as Haley ran and ran, away from those who intended for her to be safe.
    "Haley, we mean you no harm."
    "You don't know what's good for me!" Haley screamed behind her into darkness. Suddenly it was no longer darkness. The cops appeared. They were closing in on her.
    What can I do? What can I do?
Then she figured it out. Haley opened her umbrella and tossed it behind her. as she continued to run. The loss of weight gave her a boost, as did the cops' stopping to close and retrieve the umbrella.
Around a couple turns was the Philadelphia Museum of Art, with a few gigantic sets of steps. These stairs were made famous in the movie "Rocky," and brought back recently in a "Rocky" sequel, "Creed."
Ha! Those cops will never look for me here!
Haley ran in, in between the two flagpoles on either side of the front doors and through the row of columns. With her mother's credit card, Haley bought a ticket and explored.
There were many, many, immaculately clean corridors filled with the most amazing art Haley had ever seen. She didn't expect it, but almost every single painting and sculpture enthralled her.
Haley asked simply for a hiding place, but what she found were the answers that she took this entire trip for!
"I wish I could do that. Maybe I can."
That's when Haley figured it out.
She found her escape.
She knew what she wanted to do when she grew up.
Art.