Ben was somewhat frantic, running without a destination in mind, running just to run, to get away, to escape. He didn't even know what he was running from anymore, only that he felt a compulsion to put one foot in front of the other.
And then she was there, in his path, and he couldn't run another step. He stopped, breathing hard, sweating and panting and looking like he might keel over dead at any moment.
There was no air raid in progress, but she was there and his mind perceived her as the enemy finally caught up to him. He put his hands up, in a gesture of surrender, though he had no intention of surrendering.