Special thanks to my buddy Mel, who helped me write this chapter! Thankies!

Oh yes, please note that I'm going to now write both of their feelings and thoughts...instead of the annoying ^^^^^^^ you kept seeing on chapter 2. ^_^ Enjoy! *************************

Trillian carefully led Sands out of the alleyway, looking around cautiously. The military had obviously doubled back, because they weren't in sight. She had to get to a car, and get to one fast. If not, she thought sadly, he might die.

The pitiless sun blazed overhead, casting eerie shadows on the stucco walls of the small apartments on either side of the street. Despite the sun, Trillian shivered slightly. When she did, however, Sands recoiled slightly.

"Sorry." She muttered, straightening up slightly. Sands nodded, a little annoyed.

"If you're gonna save me, do it right." He grumbled, a little too pissed off to be civil at the moment.

Trillian only sighed and shook her head, but kept moving. She knew there was bound to be a taxi somewhere, but chances were, it was in a place that the coup was not.

Sands, meanwhile, was more uncomfortable than he let himself believe. She's saving your ass, he reminded himself. But how do you know? Another part of his brain buzzed at him, but he swatted it away, like a bee.

Trillian looked at him curiously, but said nothing. She only concentrated on getting to the corner of the street, where there was a payphone. She obviously couldn't use her walkie-talkie, because the entire operation would be screwed if someone heard so much as a whisper from her. So, she would resort to payphones. She then looked down at Sands, struggling a little with his weight.

"Do you have any change?" She asked, inhaling perhaps too deeply. She coughed a little because of the parched air, and saw Sands shake his head. Poor guy, she thought, he looks awful.

That was the understatement of the year. This guy had been to hell and back, in what looked like a few hours. She kept walking, guiding Sands around the flaming wreckage that littered the road. She didn't have any pockets; hence she didn't have any change. That's where the beauty of collect calling came in. When she reached the phone, she noted that the gunfire was growing even fainter, and the only sound that could be hear was the crackling fire that engulfed piles off rubbish in the street.

"Okay, I'm going to leave you here for a second." Trillian said, leading him to a ledge that stuck out about three feet. Sands nodded gratefully and leaned up against the ledge. He looked uncomfortable, clutching the edge of the ledge like that. Trillian sighed, and awkwardly helped Sands up to the top of the ledge. He sat against the wall, catching his breath.

Trillian raised her hands, as a motion of 'stay there', and then turned to use the payphone. Let's hope this guy makes it...she thought hopelessly.