He wanted to rest, nothing more would to treat his body so in doing so. Having his breathing becoming more labor by each city block he ran. Sweat darkening his clothes even more. Spots slowly took away his way of sight as he can't kept going.

Todd could see it, his safe haven. His home. With locks and weapons to keep that lonely away.

The escape was thoughtfully put on hold, finding out the door was quickly locked.

"Keys . . . keys . . . crap where are the . . . "

Vastly checking himself for his keys. Only upon finding out they were not on his person. And alas, adding insult to injury, saw one of his fingers sticking out of a sizable hole in his jacket.

To which he bowed his head in displacement.

"For the love of . . . "

Giving a fine display of blue color words that would make a sailor blushed from the harshness that left Todd's mouth.

Having little choice but to enter from an open window, that was behind a thorn-bush. Just the bush a glare before rushing in. Finding the thorn not as horrible as he thought they would.

Must because of the certain reason of this coming to ever be happening.

Thanking the heavens to find that the window was gladly unlocked. Patting his shoulder in his mind for being slightly forgetful.

Just this once.

Sliding the window a bit, just enough to have a fist-size rock hold it open. As he gave himself a good kick-up from the dirt ground. Climbing up and snaking inside. Landing head first on to a partly covered floor. But took heed in mind, standing back up to Todd's feet and quickly closed the window.

Giving a once glance at through the glass. It was clear. Ending it with dropping the drapes in place.

Todd gave a deep sigh of relief, soon hearing a growling sound within him. Hunger.

Off to kitchen, wanting to forget of his day ended.

Happy to find some leftovers in the frig.

A run like was an earning of stake, potatoes, peas, and some hard-boiled eggs. Each bite of food help the slight trauma away. Knowing very well though, that tomorrow, back at work, under the same roof, wouldn't change.

As knowing their check in offices were not far apart.

Speaking of work, his boss gave word to some changes were coming up. But they weren't ready to discus the matter and would leave a message to them of the events of tomorrow.

Upon for Todd to check his voicemail once he was gladly fed.

"You have twenty-seven new messages."

"I wonder who most of them could be from." Todd said to himself, rolling his eyes as he did.

Before hearing what the messages could be, paused the tape. Just for a short moment.

Taking a seat next to the phone. Reaching for the remote for the television, giving a glance to his guitar and amp. Seeing it was near a plug-end.

Giving it a nod, conferring that his weapon of choice.

"Good."

Finally able to find a show to watch, MTV oldies, when it was good. And without a second thought, press play on the voicemail. Watching the TV on low volume, letting his mind blank out. A smug grin on his face.

"Message one . . . "

"Hey, Todd it's me. Oh you know . . . "

"Message erase. Message two . . . "

"Todd-a-kins . . ."

"Message erase. Message three . . . "

A good amount of ten or so minutes were thoughtlessly wasted. Todd started to doubt that message from his boss didn't get through. Because of a certain someone. Todd, himself, wasn't in the mood to say names.

He gave a deep when around the last few messages were from his boss.

"Okay, seeing of rates have been lately. Things aren't looking, kid. So for the sake of not canceling anyone. Co-views are a must need. The list of who be co-starting with who is still in the works. Must warn you, once the list is finally made, no backing out."

"End of message twenty-one. Message . . . "

Todd deleting the rest, not wanting to hear them. Knowing very they were from her.

"Works going to suck . . . "

And that he called it a night. After he set all his traps, secretory wires and cameras as well. Just incase. Seeing he drop his keys from the run of his life.