A rather literal response to the 'escape' prompt.
Cookie to Sydney
It's the one thing every single person here wants.
They want to go home. They want to be safe. They want to live again.
They want to dream, hope, laugh, love, play.
They want to be free.
They want to move on. They want pieces to pick up. They want to rebuild.
They want to forget.
They want to go back.
They want to be free.
They want what they know they can never have, but in death. In death, at least, every single person will be free.
It's the one thing every single person here wants.
Escape.
