She ran for miles and miles, naked in the chilly summer evening and it was only the adrenaline that kept her going. Lucky for Claire she found some ragged clothes in one of the trash cans she had come across. A torn shirt and a pair of torn jeans that were too lose for her. She tied it around her waist with the help of a rope she had found. She only needed this for a few more hours. She was in town now, battered, bruised, hungry, tired, scared. And then she came across an electric appliance store. What she saw totally shook her up. They were looking for her and Dave in suspicion of the murder of the driver. " damn son of a bitch.." she cursed as she quickly got away from the store so that no one would see her and report her to the police. Luckily it was late in the night so there were very few people on the town. A police car went back and she had to duck in an alley to hide herself. She slid to the ground and started to cry, she was so worried about the safety of Dave right now.<br/>------Five hours later---<br/>Claire woke up in the same alley, she had fallen asleep there. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around and then it all came back, she was in Paris, Thomas still had Dave, police were looking for her, she was hungry and there wasn't a euro in the pockets of these dirty worn out jeans.