He might have been tired, and Gail might have been stealthy. But even D. B. could hear the sounds of the scuffle as Gail subdued the new woman. He looked back over his shoulder, seeing the flashes of weapons, two people he did not recognize, and the fear was wide in his eyes. With a jolt he finished his scrambling with a quick lunge, taking a bang on his arms as he pulled himself through the wall. It'd bruise later, but for now he was through the small hole, little more than 14 inches across by 20 inches high. Strange women, weapons, his captors had come for him, and the thought filled him with fear. Soon as he hit the tiled bathroom of the next suite over he scrambled hands and feet, throwing himself at the doorway out, fumbling with the knob before he finally pulled it open.