Upon realizing I was feeling tired, I turned around to skip the one mile walk and head to a local store instead, one within shorter distance. I heard the flapping sound of flip-flops following right behind me. I turned so quickly I must not have seen who it was and, by then, I was embarrassed to look back. Sometimes, I imagine that, if I ever get abducted, this is how my “captor” will get away; criminal sketch artists couldn’t save me because I didn’t want to look at my attacker’s face. I only knew it was a woman because of the shadow—long ponytail swaying from side to side. But this…