She knew that was the deal. But things were different this time. She needed to get as far as fast as possible. She didn't need a bug-out bag. She was set. Besides, K would have just received her note about having help. That she would keep him posted. That would hold him over for a week. Before he started to freak out. She wouldn't wait that long to call him. She just needed to find a place. She got off the bus stop near a sign that said the train station was half a mile to the right. She took off down the unfamiliar street, feeling like she should be breathing easier. But, instead, she felt a weight on her chest. She tried the method K always used to use to calm her down. The repetition of the plan. You're going to walk to the train station. Pick a city. Get on a train. Forget about Xander. Pick another city. Get on a train. Go to a library. Search for apartments. Forget about Xander. Find one with a close staircase and a fire escape.
