I smell the fire. But for me it's incense. The...the smell of the basement.

[She goes with him, without protest, doing everything she can to keep to his pace, while ensuring two particular and significant things. She never lets him break into a run. And she never looks back.]

No matter what you hear, what you see, you cannot run. No matter how close they get. Do not look back, and do not run. Or it will begin, and at our own doing.