"Shit, Max, shit." Jennifer kept saying over and over. He pulled her into his embrace to protect her against the flying glass. He ran across the room and shoved her into the bathroom.<br/>"Get in the bathtub and stay down," he commanded as he slammed the door shut.<br/><br/>Jennifer pulled the folded towel and floor mat over her ears as she heard gun shots and sirens.<br/><br/>Silence finally reined for what seemed like an eternity. Jennifer barely breathed, not sure of who would be coming through the door. She looked around for a weapon but somehow didn't think the travel size shampoo would do much good.<br/><br/>The door creaked open slowly and a man's hand crept in. Jennifer bit her lip and hoped she would not be noticed.<br/><br/>"Jenny?" Max whispered.<br/><br/>"I'm here," Jennifer answered, Her voice sounded like a mouse with a sore throat.<br/><br/>"Come on, baby," he coaxed. "We have to hurry."