The motel was settled among the vacant landscape, holding the purpose of putting travelers up for the night. A few cars parked outside of the quiet and dim lit building, no sounds heard other than the occasional laughter from a ground floor room. It was run down, a hole in the wall that many would over look if they weren't looking for a bed. It was perfect.<br/><br/>At least, it was for Nova. Settling in with only a backpack to call her own, she kept her room dark and refused to lay down just yet. The sky had darkened hours ago yet she still couldn't sleep, not while paranoia ran through her veins. She told herself it would be fine to sleep, that no one would find her, but the worry would not leave. Standing up to step across the room, the woman fixed the waist of her shorts before planting herself next to the window. One more peek, just to reassure herself. She needed it.<br/><br/>Her hand lifted to wipe away a wave of purple hair that had fallen in her eyes, allowing her to see the road that would bring any newcomers to the peace she had hoped to keep for the night.