Each of us finds his or her own way in the world.
Our lives are shorter than any of us would choose,
but longer than those who cannot choose.
Book of Ernest, Vol. 1
Alisha stood by the door. She knew what was on the other side. Her hand almost touched the handle. It was stilled in space as if she could choose the destiny that awaited her on the other side. Opportunity was never an option. Choice was a dream believed by the unknowing, and Alisha was a Knower.