At which point do you stop running and you face up to your fears barking and coming after you?
Just when you thought it was about to end and they are kept at bay, they turn and (actually expectedly) bound after you.
SSHHH is all you manage in the dead of the night.
Running away and filling your days with busy-ness. To the point the void you've been feeling all along can no longer stay void.
It's simplistic but is love and friendship really the goodie powerful all-be-it that separates the ultimate winner and hero?
Two are better than one. I've said that. Faced back to back, the fears don't disappear but at least you've got backup.