"I need to use a phone," Michael said out loud to Kellerman. He stopped and looked at Michael.
"Why?"
"I need to talk to someone. Please; it's important."
"Fine. There's a payphone over there. Here's some change."
"Thanks," and Michael ran towards the phone. He put the money in, dialed a number, layed his head on his hand and waited for an answer.
"Hello?" said a familiar voice. Michael's eyes opened with relief.
"Sara, it's me, Michael."
"Michael! I heard on the news that you were apprehended."
"We escaped on our way there. Are you alright?" Sara sighed.
"Uh, yeah, did you get my message?"
"No. I saw it ring when we were in a holding cell. I'm sorry I couldn't answer you Sara."
"It's ok. You're ok. I…I don't know what to do," she said as tears started to gather in her eyes.
"Are you willing to meet up?"
"Yeah; where? I don't have a vehicle at the moment."
"We'll come to you. Meet me at the Sundown Motel." Sara's eyes closed.
"Uh…I, uh… Ok. Please hurry Michael."
"I will Sara; I will. Just hang in there."
"Ok…Bye," she said and hung up. She layed her head against the wall and the tears leaked out. Memories of Kellerman started popping around in her head as she cried more. She wiped the tears away and began walking to the street sidewalk and towards the motel.