The swift pace woke Caitlyn up. She sat straighter in the saddle hardly noticing the ache in her feet as she moved with the rhythm of the horse. In another time, another place, this would have been wonderful - a moonlit ride at a fast pace, the wind in her hair and making her cloak billow out behind her. But the fear of being discovered by the wrong people stayed with her made her stomach clench and hands shake if she thought too hard about it. And the constant ache in her chest was getting worse, making it hard to breathe. She gasped, trying to get enough air into her lungs. She began to pull back on the reins, bringing her horse back to a walk. The animal protested, shaking its head and half trotting to follow the other animals. Eventually the horse stopped, leaving Caitlyn in a crossroads.
There.
The voice resonated throughout her body. She crossed her arms against her chest, pressing hard against the pain.
There.
"Caitlyn?" It was Joe, riding up to her full of concern. Judging from the sound of things, the others were returning along the road in her direction as well.
Go there.