Stay one more night until Monday.

You make lunch and then spend the rest of the afternoon searching for more contacts - but you are not successfull. As you have experienced before, websites who existed a day before seem to vanish quickly. You avoid those which are too obvious, too strongly shouting for attention, but you can't find anything useful.

As the evening arrives, you go to bed rather quickly, still tired from all that has happened before. At least you are settled now: You have food and equipment, and a plan. There's something you can work with.

You are woken up in the middle of the night by a sound. Footsteps. Next thing you know, a hand presses down on your mouth. You scream and try to jump out of the bed, but more hands are suddenly on you and pinning you down into your sheets.

"We got her", says a male voice, and there's cracking noise from a walkie-talkie. "Where was she?", asks a sizzling voice.

"At a motel - like all of them", answers the man and laughs. "They are all so predictable. And they always leave tons of traces. They check in at hotels, they pay with credit cards, they use their phones..."

You struggle and whimper, but there are clearly several men now in your room. The man who has his hand clamped down on your face turns his eyes down on you.

"Okay, little lady, I have a few things I want to ask you. Yesterday, you were seen driving with a companion. She's a known criminal with a long record. She has tried to escape justice several times, but now we finally tracked her down. She's quite dangerous, and, frankly, a bit delusional. Did you know anything about this? Have the two of you talked about why she fled? Did she tell you why she planned to break into the building you drove her to?"