"Come on, we gotta get out of here!" After regaining his composure, he shook it all off quickly and burst off, dragging her along with him. They darted along the rail, dodging bottles, bodies, and everything in between. His eyes honed in on a red light that spelled "E-X-I-T". He felt the hundred meter hurdle race forcing his ragged breath, but he didn't have time to think about that, or how extraordinary it was that she was able to keep up with him, high heels and all. He slammed headlong into the door, out into the cool air. Just beyond, a fire escape gave them a perfect view.<br/><br/>"Looks like the police are only out front. If we slip out, we should be all right. Here, you can..." There it was again. The coursing of his veins shot up, his muscles flexed, his vision was starting to get strained. This was not just the run, just a shot of adrenaline. His breathing became choked, as if someone had knocked the wind out of him with an aluminum bat. The few seconds pause made his body remember it's limits, and his legs automatically collapsed under him as he blacked out.<br/><br/>"Hi there! You awake now?" She stared down at him, her hair loose, shielding his face from the bright hotel lights. He still wasn't awake or to his senses, his eyes blinking ever so quickly. She had placed his head in her lap, almost motherly, sheltering a newborn. He might as well be, in her eyes, he had much to see, especially now that she had started him upon this path.<br/><br/>After he passed out, she had carried him, albeit slowly, down an alley and dropped him into a nearby taxi. From there, she had brought him home, as if she had bought him, and was just waiting for him to wake up and play. But, there was something enjoyable to her watching over such simplicity, but at the same time, her sinister expectations could only be described as something a little more selfish.<br/><br/>"My name is Anna Delacrux, and I am at your service, sir." She whispered at him.