Roxy frantically ran through the house packing all of her stuff. How could it could have gone this far? You'd think she would learn that this wasn't the only way out. But, then again, no! It wasn't her fault these things happened. It was their fault. All of those dirty, low-down little devils had it coming. They never made it easy for someone as warm-hearted and caring as Roxy to live through life peacefully.
But this was not the time to think about such things. Right now she needed to focus on getting out of town. She fooled her audience once, but twice would be stretching it. If the police found her then she would start a new lie, but for now she needed to cover her tracks and get out of town.
She grabbed the picture of her and Velma after their debut duet appearance and stuffed it in her suitcase. She closed the case, closed the door behind her, and went to the theater for one last look.
As she made her way onto to the stage overlooking all the empty seats Roxy couldn't help but shed a tear. She worked so hard from this and yet she had to leave it all behind. How could she mess up again? She had everything a girl could ask for and she blew it.
Wiping a tear, Roxy retreated to Velma's dressing room. With a pen and paper Roxy wrote a note to her co-star and then laid it next to the makeup and pantyhose on her vanity.
This was her last moments in the city she loved so much. From here Roxy went to the train station and purchased a ticket to the east coast. As she sat on the train looking longingly at her city fading into the distance, Roxy couldn't help but wonder who would be the first to come across that latest man that died by her hands.
