Get out and walk

"Um, I'll just get out here and walk," you say, reaching in front to the officer's dashboard and grabbing the pair of aviator sunglasses there. "Mind if I borrow these?"

"They're yours, sir. The least I can do. Are you sure you want to walk by yourself? I can radio someone to escort you on foot and-"

"That's okay. I'll be fine," you reply, not waiting to hear further objections from the officer as you grab the door handle and exit the police vehicle. You slip on the sunglasses even though it's starting to get dark outside, but at least they offer some sort of disguise for you in the moment. As you walk away and through the throngs of foot traffic, some people give you a double take, but nobody stops you as you keep going.

You decide that the last place you want to be is at a crowded concert, so instead you walk in the other direction, aimlessly at first until you feel your stomach growling and you realize you haven't had anything to eat all day. Glancing around, you wonder where you should go to grab some grub.