Epilogue Paragraph one. Jerry Garret ran through the woods, knowing the man was following him. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he’s sure as hell isn’t going to give it to him, no matter how dangerous this man was. He kept running, until he tripped over a root of a tree. He heard a loud crack. His eyes watering, he realized he broke his middle finger. That’s convenient, he thought, how am I going to make him understand how I feel about being chased?