<div style="text-align: justify;">Clarence was secretly relieved that Clyde didn't elaborate on Bonnie's current financial situation. For Clyde to be so sure that Bonnie was no longer strapped for cash, it meant he knew it. And it had to mean he had something to do with it. And with what Clyde had just done... Clarence simply preferred not to ask any further questions.<br/><br/>Without further considerations, Clarence finished his coffee and brought out a pillow and bed sheet out to the couch. After these quick arrangements, he wished Clyde a good night and finally retired to bed to actually get some sleep. <br/><br/>The next morning, Clarence was still out when Clyde got up. Not that it mattered, of course, since Clyde wasn't exactly 'company' and knew where everything was. The two boys had spent so much time together since childhood that they were treated and acted like family in each other's homes. <br/><br/>Back at Clyde's mother's house, everything was still quiet. Mrs. April and Blanche were still asleep in the rooms of the house - Blanche was practically living in there already - and Buck had been informed he would be crashing on the couch by a very angry woman.<br/><br/>At the small room at Motel 21, Bonnie was still asleep. Once the adrenaline had set down a little, the girl had cried her eyes out for a few minutes, and spent the whole day not wanting to think about food. At night, she had had one nightmare after the other, and was awaken from another one when she heard the knocks on the door.<br/><br/>From the outside - the doors weren't particularly thick -, Clyde could hear a small scream and the sound of something soft falling to the floor. Startled, Bonnie had dropped the alarm clock by accident. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Wait up!"</span></span>, her voice sounded, still groggy. <br/><br/>Getting up, Bonnie dashed to the bathroom. Brushing her teeth with a hand and making her hair presentable with the other, the girl hoped whoever it was wouldn't go away. After giving up on the hair, she finished brushing her teeth and rinsed her mouth, tying the hair on a messy bun. Once satisfied, she marched to the door, not registering that she was wearing only a spaghetti strap blouse and panties - her usual attire for bed.<br/><br/>Finally opening the door, Bonnie expected to see someone from the hotel, or another cop wanting to ask questions. Not, definitely, the guy who had performed the bank robbery. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"You"</span></span>, she murmured, gripping on the door handle. Her knees threatening to give out - the long time without a meal choosing to catch up with her right then -, but Bonnie straightened herself out and waited. If he was there, he had something to say. Hopefully, he wasn't there to get rid of her and clean up the evidence.</div>