[Ludovico]

Once he pulled away Oliver ran. He wasn't sure where is feet were taking him but they just kept moving. He picked up speed unaware that the world, his wish was melting around him returning to the white void, before long there was nothing but snow. Oliver slowed his running, his feet awkwardly tumbling into a walk before he started up a run again. I just wanted to write my paper. He thought cursing himself. Around him the city turned into green blurs, and Oliver realized he was no longer wearing shoes. That made him stop. His lute was now a small harp, and around his head there was a reef. Now Oliver really wanted Zosa to be with him. He needed something to make sense. Olivers feet led him to something he thought was a city. If he wasn't mistaken it was ancient Greece... or Rome.