Running my sweaty hands on my pants I felt something in my pocket. The butterfly picture. I must've slipped it into my pocket before following the man. I wondered if I could use it. I followed the men into the baseball arena. Why was there a lone baseball in the center of the field? The men approached cautiously. Then, grabbing my arm they pushed my towards the ball.
"Riley, we...we...," they were backing away from the ball and myself. "We are sorry...so so sorry..."
They turned and began to run from the ball and I center field. I heard one say to the other, "Do you think she'll make it?" The other man slowly shook his head as they disappeared out the door from which we entered.
I was frozen where I was and paralyzed with fear. With the butterfly photo in my pocket, I turned slowly towards the baseball lying next to me.
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