Summer makes her escape

After that, Summer rushed out of the office building, her bare feet slapping on the ground.
She didn't stop for the receptionist. When the elevator was to slow, she instead took the stairs. She made it to the parking lot, and started searching for her car. She was always bad at remembering where she'd parked, and she'd had a pretty mentally intensive day. She could hear some commotion behind her. Had Dr. Crane recovered? Was the receptionist a hypnotic **** sent to hunt her down? Or had the sight of a barefoot celebrity racing through the building just turned some heads. Summer couldn't afford to find out. She started running down the street. Her athletic body wasn't close to giving out, but her bare feet were getting hot on the burning LA pavement. Still, she ran. Her freedom was on the line. She felt a vibration in her pocket. Instinctively, she took out her phone to check her texts.