From the moment Finn took of running, he was afraid. He hated snakes. Any kind of snake gave him the weebies. A python as thick around as a basketball and nearly twenty feet long was the stuff of his worst nightmares - he'd never even had a dream that bad. Somewhere inside him he understood how stupid he'd been to offer to play the decoy. Somewhere inside him he understood how fast a snake that big could travel across level ground and how if there were any small piece of him not fully crossed-over when the snake caught up to him - for it would catch up to him no matter how fast he ran - that he would be caught, crushed, and consumed. But he ran straight at the snake, as fast as his legs would carry him.