Flag down the first car you see

Looking up the alley you can see a street perhaps two hundred feet away. Surely there will be traffic and someone will give you a ride. Ruefully you consider that the sight of your naked body flagging a car down might give you more attention than you want, but you have nothing to cover yourself and anything has got to be better than where you are.

You run down the cobbled alley in your heels, stumbling once before taking them off to run barefoot. Behind you, you hear the door open and Richards' voice yelling. You know that there isn't much time, and pray that you can find help before they catch you.

You reach the end of the alley and your heart sinks when you see no signs of life. This looks like a warehouse and light industrial area, probably largely abandoned at this time of night. Although you're nearly frantic with terror you tell yourself you're not beaten yet and run up the street, away from the sounds of pursuit.