Running at a full sprint, she rounds the corner toward which she has been running for one full minute. Quickly, she shuffles to a stop and presses her back as close against the brick wall as she can. The hydraulic puff of air. She holds her breath. If she stands completely still, the Chaser will forget that he was chasing her and, hopefully, move on to find another Target. A small sniff of air. She closes her eyes but not tightly. The hydraulic release of air. She waits to find out if she can hear anything other than the sounds of her bodily self. Looking up at the rooftop corner of the building across the street from where she stands, she waves up at the camera looking down and gives a strong high five. And then, she laughed.