Six months later she lost her shoes in the river. Six days earlier, she'd been hiding under a desk.
Six minutes after seven, she discovered a blond rat in her cupboard.
Six years into the future, she'll be riding a majestic stallion across Icelandic terrain.
Six seconds until now, she'll forget to hold her breath under water.
Six weekends ago, she played volleyball on a long white beach with a team of furious indigenous leaders.
Six o' six she cartwheeled across vibrant green patches.
Six centuries before, she was merely a tattooed pig.