Vs. 20 ft

But I couldn't answer. As I had just that once before, I smelled his cool breath in my face. Sweet, delicious, the scent made my mouth water. It was unlike anything else. Instinctively, unthinkingly, I leaned closer, inhaling.
	And he was gone, his hand ripped from mine. In the time it took my eyes to focus, he was twenty feet
away, standing at the edge of the small meadow, in the deep shade of a huge fir tree.