After a couple of hours of sleep, Theresa awoke refreshed. Looking up at the sky, she estimated the time to be around midnight. Time to get out and enjoy the night. Climbing to the rooftop out the broken window, she jumped over an alleyway, landing in a roll two stories down on another rooftop, tearing open the cut on her hand, dripping blood onto the rooftop. Ignoring the pain, she ran across the rooftop, jumping onto a drainage pipe on the adjacent building and climbed down to street level, wandering the dark alleys carefully, blood dripping behind her as she did so. She didn't mind the street level. But crowds were more dangerous for her than alleys, or so she thought.