Sleeping on the floor was actually only marginally less comfortable than the hotel beds. I had said Gloria could have my bed, and Tré had given up his bed for Christian, and then bagged the sofa before I could, so I had to sleep on the floor with a lumpy cushion and an itchy blanket. I turned over to see Christian and Gloria sitting up, talking. Gloria was sitting on the edge of Christian's bed and dabbing at a deep cut on his arm.

"For the last time, we can trust them!" she hissed, raising her voice ever so slightly so I could hear her over the gun shots and yells in the distance.

"The more people we get associated with, the easier it'll be for them to find us, and if they find us they'll kill us!"

"But we can trust them. You have to believe me, they're on our side."

"I just wanna get out of here. I get a bad feeling from these guys." I could barely hear him because he lowered his voice still further as he said it.

"They're good guys. And they're on our side, which means they want what we want, so they won't turn us in."

"You fancy him, don't you?" he muttered, glaring at her.

"What?"

"You like the look of Billie Joe, don't you?"

"Chris! What are you on about?" she stared at him. "We're in danger of being hunted down and killed and all you can think about is me cheating on you?" she stood up and returned to her own bed, turning her back on him.