Krissy breaks down and goes looking for John

Doubts filled Krissy's mind as she walked along the street, a growing sense of defeat growing in her mind.

After walking for most of the day with no real plan, she found herself in a less desirable part of town as the sun began to set. Krissy grew up in a trailer park; low-income areas were nothing new to her. Maybe she'd even have better luck here than in the other parts of town, maybe not.

The streets grew dark as Krissy continued her search unsuccessfully. She considered her situation. No job. No money. No place to stay, and standing in the dark in the bad part of town. She was lucky nothing bad had happened to her already. She thought about the crumpled paper in her backpack with John's information on it.

Fuck, maybe this was her only option. She knew men wanted her. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. She had to do something, or she was going to be sleeping on the street tonight.

Digging the crumpled paper out of her pack, she read the address on it, and with a pretty good idea of where she needed to go, set off down the street with a deep sigh.

Fuck.