[Sadrain]

November 25th, O'Hare.

Ryan slumped down in the only chair within the rundown room - it creaked dangerously. His head hurt, and arm felt like it was on fire, while his body begged for sleep. But the man felt too nervous to fall asleep, and while they were not somewhere safe, there would be little to no rest for him. The problem was, he had no idea when they would be safe.

The man glanced at the frail from in the bed. He leaned back slightly, moving the tense and painful shoulders, from driving basically nonstop for ten to eleven hours. The pain reminded him acutely of the shot wound, but he was getting to the point where it mattered very little now. The events of these hours zoomed trough his mind again - he saw how they fled the city in hurriedly stolen car, using small roads, and keeping on bigger ones as little as possible. He didn't even know the roads that well! But his destination was clear - reaching Chicago as soon as possible. In his opinion, it was the safest place for them to go. The city was huge, far enough from Knoxville for them to not think of it at first, and... There were rumors of someone helping people in trouble, some sort of hippy-rebellion group. That was his main goal.

During the insane drive, Ryan had stopped only few times, to give food and drink to Alice as well as take care of his personal needs. This was their first full stop. The man had gone far out of their, a half circle around the area, to enter finally enter Chicago from completely other side than Knoxville, but before that, he had picked a room in a rundown hotel which seemed to never have seen better days. Tomorrow, tomorrow, they would reach Chicago, and then the Hunt would begin... Ryan's head slumped on his chest and he slipped into nervous sleep.