Run past Steve and try to reach the main door.

You stumble backwards, your head turning back and forth, searching for a way to escape.

There seems only one solution: Out. But in order to achieve this, you have to run past Steve. You take a step forward, and he spreads his arms, grinning. "You won't escape me, bitch!", he says, laughing, with a rasping voice.

You start to tremble again, but try to focus, searching for an opening, feinting left and right, and finally making a run for it.

To your surprise, you manage to fool Steve, who leans to the wrong side and offers you an opening to dash past him. You run, panting, and the fear gives you strength. Being clothed in a dressing gown is not exactly to your advantage, but luckly, the same is true for Steve.

You reach the main door, pray that it isn't locked, and try to open it. It does open.

You dash out towards your car, until you realize that you don't have the car keys on you, so you just run past your car into the street. A quick look around tells you that Steve has reached the threshold, standing in front of his door. You whimper, run even faster, pain flaring up in your side, and risk another glance backwards. Steve is still fixed on his doorstep. Maybe he does not dare to follow you. Whatever it is, you don't trust it, so you turn a corner, run onwards, cross a street, turn another corner, where you find a bus stop with people waiting, and only then collapse, your lungs bursting, feeling a painful stitch in your side. Your legs tremble. Your whole body trembles. Who knows what kind of fate you just escaped there - barely.

The people at the bus stop look at you, frowning, but then shrug and seem to put you out of their minds. Just a crazy woman running around in her dressing gown. This is a big city, people acting weird are part of daily life.

You realize that you are completely penniless and helpless: No keys, no ID, no money... until you finger around in the pocket of your gown and find, to your utter surprise, a bundle of notes. Enough to pay you a hotel for the night, which, at the moment, seems like the best course of action. You can't return home in this state - Dave would obviously ask questions you can't answer. You can't think of any friend who can help you... so you decide to check into a cheap motel and think.

What happened these last days certainly needs a lot of thinking.