There she goes, walking in to the same darkness, although she knows her heels will be snapped at the mouth of the trap. The wolf is ahead of her, inside of the woods. His eyes glow in the starry night, his glare is inescapable. As she walks towards him, certain she is walking to her death, flashes of what her future could have been and might have been flicker in her mind. She sees a child, a boy who could not be older than 5. He is sweet and fragile, the most innocent thing she has ever seen. He will never exist. She sees her daughter, sympathetic and aweinspiring. Her conception, birth and life will never occur. She is letting each and every promise be broken with each step she takes. While she knows this, she does not care. She continues walking, he snarls. He is preparing for his attack, she is nowhere close to cowering or hesitating. She comes closer to the wolf, and she sees bits and pieces of her past play in her mind. She sees the happiness and sadness she has known. She sees her greatest downfall and she sees what he once was. She sees Love and as she takes her final steps toward him, she is not afraid of the monster he has become because she truly believes that allowing him to ruin her will bring him back. She will sacrifice herself, as she has before. The last step is taken, she is beyond the point of no return. There is no more past or future. As he opens his massive jaw, she sees a glimpse of his eyes, he looks as though he is going to kiss her and she lifts her arms to the sky in acquiescence. His teeth snap shut.