[ WP ] `` Open the door , it 's the fashion police ! '' they said while knocking furiously at your door , yet you were already slithering through the back window , they will never take your cowboy hat away .

Lindsey ran on the sidewalk, breaking two laws in the process, and smiling like a damned fool. 
 
 The first law being broken was running on the sidewalk. It was afterall called a side*walk*, not a side*run*, as Mother always said. The second was wearing a large cowboy hat. It distracted people from business and made one stand out. Fashion crime is the ultimate form of arrogance, another of Mother's great quotes. 
 
 The chasing officers yelled, but fell behind quickly. They were n't used to chasing people. Lindsey closed her eyes as the wind blew on her face, smile unavoidable beneath the flying hair and cold breeze. 
 
 For a brief moment, the world was n't so constricting, the rules were n't smothering her, she was *free*. 
 
 Then she ran into a wall. 
 
 The impact left her stumbling in place. Lindsey opened her eyes and looked at the wall in question. It was painted red with an image of Mother upon it. Underneath was the inscription: *Alone we fall, together we stand*. 
 
 `` Damn,'' Lindsey said out loud as she heard the police catching up. A curse word. A third law broken! `` Stopped by Mother in the end. Well played.'' 
 
 She giggled to herself as the officers got close enough to handcuff her. 
 
 Strange, she thought, that she only found freedom once placed in cuffs.
