Vannessa climbed the stairs out of the subway, pausing to glance at the sky.  It would be morning soon, and she needed to get back to her apartment to hole up for the day.  Her only hope was that anyone that was pursuing her would have to do the same.  She walked quickly, moving fluidly through the crowds of people, like liquid.  Or maybe it was like gas.  Invisible gas.  Hiding in plain site in a sea full of people.  NYC really was the city where you could just disapear forever.<br/><br/>Vannessa stopped completely, startled.  Like a deer when a hunter stepped on a twig.  Somebody was following her.  She took off again, running full speed, right into the street, weaving in and out of the way of cars.