I keep on running. As I approach the two-faced man, I felt something. Is it loneliness, sadness, nervousness, it’s like a dried salad that’s mixing up inside me. I glance at each of my sides, there I found my family. I’m not alone. So what is it? I kept on thinking until a massive clock appears above. Every ticking from the clock has the worst effect on me. The pain inside me worsens, that it seems that my heart is ready to jump off my chest if I don’t have a ribcage. I didn’t notice before that there is a screen-like structure in the middle that came from between the faces. As we passed through the structure, I glanced to my family to verify if they are all right. I’ve seen something else, something change in their appearance and personality. I looked to myself for any signs of change but I didn’t see a thing. I’ve realized that it doesn’t have an effect on me because I don’t want to change that I’m contented to what I am now. I want to be the same shy, introvert, bookworm, boyish, a God-fearing daughter, and a good girl. I wanted to remain the same because I believe that change comes in the process. I’ll let change comes to me. Because I believe that there’s nothing wrong to me that needs to be changed.