Another nerve wracking  night of drunks wanting free booze, irate drivers who want to pay and go, and a few guys just around to flirt with the lady behind the glass, Molly walked out to her car while checking each way as she went. She opened the driver's door and checks the backseat to find no one. She tosses her purse and breakfast in the seat next to her, climbs in and locks the door rather quickly.<br/><br/>Molly feels somewhat safe at the moment but there was the short distance between the car and the apartment complex where she lives, a quick stop at the mail box to take out her mail then a quick walk up the stairs to the third floor where she walks to her small apartment. She would feel much safer in her apartment where she could triple lock her doors.<br/><br/>With a sigh of relief that she made it through the night to live another day, Molly sits on her bed and eats her breakfast sandwich and read her mail that consisted of one letter. She nearly laughs at the letter then pauses to dial the nearest travel agency where she knew the person behind the desk. After being assured that what the letter says is true, Molly lays down to sleep.<br/><br/>Sleep eluded her so after several hours of tossing and turning, molly began her preparations for her trip.