"You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and building, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place of disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost.... and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said. And I could say that I agreed." -Stolen : A letter to my captor.