She goes for a walk

At first Nancy turned around, and faced the bar. She could go back in, and drown her sorrows, and maybe end up being taken advantage of by some young stud. She stood there, hand reaching for the door. "No! This isn't me!" she thought to herself. It would be so easy to get **** on Patrick, but she wasn't a vengeful, spiteful person. If nothing else, she had to stay true to herself. She couldn't allow this to change her. In the long run, it would only make her feel guilty, and it would also make her no better than Patrick. She knew she had to take the high road.

She turned away from the door, and started walking down the street. She still felt like she needed a shoulder to cry on, and she thought of calling Syd. "No, I'm not going to spoil her evening," she thought as she looked at her phone. And so, she kept walking. Where she was walking to, she had no idea. Wherever her feet carried her was fine. She just needed time to think.

The direction she chose to walk in was away from her home. She momentarily thought about Izzy. She was sure Izzy would be all right. Besides, she was old enough now to take care of herself.

On she went through the crowded streets, ignoring the nightlife all around her, lost deep in her own thoughts. When she finally took a bearing on where she was, she found herself right in the middle of LA's redlight district. "Oh great! Now I'll be mistaken for a hooker!" she thought. She turned to go the other way when she bumped into three men who had been following her for quite some time. She had been oblivious to this situation, being lost in her own thoughts.

"Well, hello there beautiful," said the man in the center. He pulled out a gun, and aimed it at her. He had a leering smile that gave her shivers. The other two were armed as well, and they opened up their jackets to let her know it. "Don't give us any trouble, and everything will be fine. Now, you need to come with us."