Working her Way home...
She'd slowed down because it was dark and getting darker. Mixed blessing because it made it harder for her to move forward, but it also meant her pursuers were running into the same problem. No matter what equipment they had, they couldn't see the pitfalls in the ground before which meant cautious slow going in order to avoid broken ankles. The cover was almost enough to make her want to take to the air, but there was no way she would risk being shot now. Not when she could hear the roar of the falls as a din in her ears.
So close. Freedom. Home. Safety. It was almost like a shot of adrenaline to her nerves. Storm forced herself not to give in to it. Forced the want to run in the dark, damn the possibility of injury, down inside herself and kept her slow movement forward. There was a lot to miss about the Haven. Her teammates. Wisdom. Mya. The Professor. Harrison. They were waiting for her to come home. They were expecting her to come back alive.
Storm refused to disappoint them. If her mental calendar was correct, Mya's birthday was coming up. How old would she be? Storm made herself remember as a way of stilling her own thinking. Mya would be twenty-two, twenty-three years old. In her recollection, the woman was smiling, laughing over something. Kitty was off to the side.
One step at a time, keep an ear out for pursuit. Be aware of the world, the wind moving across the backs of her hands. Keep going forward.