The trees were still and silent. Francis stayed perched just below the tree tops, occasionally poking his head out to view the scene. He was getting painfully hungry, barely scraping by with what little water he went down for, the small birds he caught for food just enough to keep him stable. Francis ran with all his power, heart thudding in his chest, tears in his eyes. When he stopped, he would gaze into the sky, hoping that the cameras would catch his eyes. "Apollo," he said everyday, hoping that the lawyer would hear his voice. "I..I love you!"