<i>Thump thump, THUMP thump, THUMP thump...</i>so went the beats of his heart for quite a few moments. Hanz's legs were bent at a ninety degree angle as his back pressed up against the bark of a tree. He had let his emotions get the better of him, his heart raced uncontrollably, and then something happened that was most unexpected. A tear formed in the corner of his right eye, then his left, each one streaked down his face in a race until they each ended up at the corners of his mouth. The salty bubbles of water penetrated his tongue, the taste was disgusting to say the least. They were but the beginning however, as soon a sob followed, more tears streamed down his cheeks with greater force that they fell to the ground, saturating a leaf below him. The rapid breathing associated with  this crying caused him some concern, send Hanz into a panic, and nearly caused him to blackout. Not even in his earliest memories had he cried, not even when he had been shot, and it worried him that he was doing so now. Of course he had seen others cry, but now it was him. He did his best to keep the noise down, not wanting to attract attention to himself, though he knew he was hidden from sight, that wouldn't necessarily prevent someone from looking for him.<br/><br/>Hanz knew he had made a mistake, he killed an officer of the law. No doubt stories of what he had done had made their way around, and the sound of sirens off in the distance were all the proof that he needed that he was going to be looked for. No one came near him though, but the commotion had definitely increased in town. Traffic increased, his ears picked up on that, but actual conversations were a mystery to him. He couldn't even track down Clara's exact location in the excess commotion.<br/><br/>'Breathe, calm down, think, you can do this...' Hanz told himself, and his heart rate slowed a little, the tears slowed down, and he said it again, progress continued to be made. As daytime slowly turned toward night time the hunger that had been there all along grew stronger and stronger. He had not seen nor heard from Clara, and as he tried to listen for her he instead heard a car running continuously from the same location. "Perfect," Hanz said quietly as he remembered the original plan to get money. Slowly he made his way back into the city, sticking to the shadows so as to remain as hidden as possible and attract little attention to himself.