"We're not staying."<br/><br/>Her hand fell from his and she reached under the potted plant for the key.  It was a mundane hiding place, but they'd never had break ins.  In the shadows, she moved through the house without turning on lights, gathering things on the way.  Her knapsack, clothes, a few cans of food, a few bottles of water, matches, a sheathed knife (one of many she had), and when she reached her bedroom, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a tank top, plus a sweatshirt over that in case it grew chilly.  She also tossed him an oversized polo (a man's shirt) and a pair of jeans that would fit him.  She rummaged for shoes, and came out with shoes that were his size, but probably not his style.<br/><br/>"A boyfriend.  One of like.. two.  No questions.  I don't see him anymore."<br/><br/>Something had changed about her.  She was curt, in charge.  Tony had no idea what was coming.  He had no idea who she was.  Or what she had in store for him.