He didn't dare look back, too focused on simply trying to keep his feet under him, put some distance between them. The command to run seemed to override any other thought.

The Forge couldn't be far. Get there, shut the door, she'd never be able to get in after him. He nearly tripped as his toe caught on the uneven road, but Donnie still threw himself forward, his next step jarring but keeping him on his feet. He could barely make out solid edges in the night that made out the scattered buildings in this part of the city. Run, his brain insisted, as though he weren't already doing so.