After Garret tore away from the girl, he stood a few feet off to the side in a daze, only partly because of the pain. The girl stood up after knocking him away and frantically reached for the knot on her wrist, fumbling around with it for a good long while to get it untied. He could have easily made another move at that moment, and stopped her from escaping, but he didn't. He was too busy looking at her. This was the first time the soft light from the window had really illuminated her features. She was, perhaps, rather ordinary.. But beautiful nonetheless. Such a shame to see that face overcome by fear..<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What the hell are you thinking, Garret?!</span>he chastised himself, tearing his thoughts away from that most dangerous of channels. Here he was, in the middle of a robbery, and he was letting himself get distracted. By the time he finally regained his focus, the girl was bolting out of the room, and he knew that pursuing her would likely be riskier than simply escaping. He took a fraction of a moment to reorient himself, and reached down to grab the sack containing the items he stole. The clanking of objects as he picked it up was more than obvious, and it was with a heavy sigh that he tossed the bag onto the girl's bed. If he was going to escape, he would have to do so quickly and quietly, and if he took the bag with him he would have to choose one or the other. The past few weeks of planning were about to amount to nothing and he knew it.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, congratulations girl, you've officially screwed me,</span>he growled internally.<br/><br/>After depositing the bag, he dashed out of the room, making his footsteps relatively light despite the speed he was moving at. He headed away from the direction she went,going for the staircase that would lead him to his exit. After descending it, taking two stairs at a time, he bolted off to his left, in the opposite direction he entered the house from. He passed through a short hallway that opened into a small room, and quickly moved over to the singular window adorning the wall. He quickly glanced to make sure there were no guards immediately outside of it before unbolting the lock, sliding the lower window up and open afterwards. Once he was outside, he shut the window behind him in an attempt to throw off anybody who might try and find out which direction he left in, before tearing off across the courtyard, using his previous knowledge of the guards' patrol routes to get him through safely.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he was at least a mile away from the mansion that his pace slowed. Spinning around to look behind him, he saw that nobody was following, and finally allowed himself a moment of rest.<span style="font-style: italic">"Dammit!"</span>he cursed aloud, stomping one of his feet at the same time to punctuate the frustration. "Weeks of planning.. All for nothing." He sat on a nearby bench and set his face in his hands, still breathing heavily from the distance he ran.<span style="font-style: italic">That damn girl..</span>Even as he thought that, the memories of her terrified face lit up by the night sky tried to come back, but he shooed them away as quickly as they arrived. That was the last thing he needed to think about right now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I'm gonna have to head back eventually..</span>he sighed, after sitting in that same spot for a good half an hour. Begrudgingly, he stood up from the bench and started walking down the street, towards the little shack that he called 'home.'