25 Unicorn Street, Wednesday afternoon

She was being chased through a field. The wind in her hair, laughter in her throat. The skies were blue, so blue like even Earth couldn't manage, the moons bright big orbs in the sky and Jimmy's voice trailing after her into the green. "Jim!" Sarah yelled, turning around, pressing the back of her head into the storm and it felt amazing, like something had been brought to life for her and her alone and all the world was movement. It was free flight, it was amazing, and she caught his smile with one of her own.

And then it was done. Something else called, and Jim's feet came to a stop. He looked away, his expression wary. There was a gun on his belt. There was a hand on his gun. "Jim," she said again, but he didn't listen.

So be it. She turned away again, and she began to run, run faster than the wind, faster than the moons or the grass or the drums that came rolling in the distance.

"Wait!" And that was his voice again, but it was late, too late, because she found the sheer act of running was what brought the laughter, and it covered up the sting deep in her heart far more easily than she could have ever dreamed. "Sarah! Come back!"

"No," she laughed, laughed again, "You made your choice!" And with one desperate grin thrown over her shoulder, she threw it all at him. "Now you're stuck with it. Time to wake up, Jimmy."

Kerrigan woke up groggily, no small amount of strange joy in her limbs, the words 'time to face the consequences' still triumphant on her lips.

After five minutes, she got up and made some coffee. Her face was getting paler.

[establishy, some stuff taken from the novel StarCraft: Queen of Blades ]