She stood in the doorway, looking at the path in front of her, imagining the miles ahead, the tiring journey, the resources she’d need to reach her destination and what those resources would cost, the strangers she would meet on her way, and how reliant she’d be on their good will. She thought about how far point B was from point A, and the number of ways she could get lost.
She looked back at the room behind her. The chair she’d had to get out of.
She closed her eyes, and stepped outside.