"I'm getting real tired of you." Aurora is wounded. Her dreams of friendly wolves and crows had now been trampled by the harsh reality. The rolling hills of San Francisco were intimidating. What made it even more intimidating were the bunches of terrors that ran after her. The only thing that she has on her is a phone. Its display was cracked and broken but she knew what she had to do. Her hands trembled but she knew what to dial.