You can run from a lot of things: your problems, your past, danger, confrontation. You can run as far and as fast as you wish. You can run to the farthest corners of the earth in hopes that you escape.

But somehow, someway, in the end, the very thing you've been running from has come for you. Hunted you down after all that time of running, just when you think you're in the clear.

And you can't do a damn thing to outrun it once it's caught you.