So, here it is... this is all I've got right now. Any ideas about where they should go or what they should do next? I'm having a bit of writers block and can't come up with any new ideas...

if you've got any good ones, then PLEASE review and let me know! I need some help :)

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We stayed in bed the rest of the day, and I only got up to go get food once. We made love countless times, late into the night, until we both practically passed out from exhaustion.

I woke with a start to the sound of pounding and yelling down the hallway. I looked over, and Ian was still sound asleep- he was so used to noises and voices that it did not wake him. I slid out of bed silently, getting dressed and going to the door to find out what was the problem.

There were people in the hallways, knocking on each door and asking to come in.

They were looking for Ian and I. Someone must have seen us leaving the last hotel and coming this way. So, they were checking all the hotels in the area.

I quickly closed the door, going over to the bed and shaking Ian, trying to wake him up.

"Ian! Ian, you have to wake up! They know we are here- they are just down the hall," I said frantically, trying to wake him up faster. He looked up at me for a second, a confused expression on his face, and then his eyes widened and he shot out of bed, getting dressed quickly.

"What? How did they find us?" He stopped, looking from me to the door and then turning back to the balcony. I shook my head, knowing already what he was thinking.

"They know which rooms are occupied- running will not work," I said softly. "They probably have the hotel surrounded, anyways." I sank onto the bed, putting my face in my hands and listening as the pounding got closer and closer. How were we going to get away? I thought back to our conversation yesterday, and I almost started crying.

Ian was standing, watching me as he tried to think of a way out. Then it dawned on me.

"Get undressed again, Ian! Quick!" He snapped out of his mood, looking at me questioningly but pulling off his shirt and jeans anyway. "Okay, get in bed, under the covers, and close your eyes. The only thing that will give us away is your eyes. If you keep them closed, then I can pretend that you're a soul, just like me," I said, getting excited as I realized that this might actually work. "Just relax, and pretend like you're asleep. If you can stay relaxed, then I can convince them that we're on vacation, and you're my husband. They won't even come in the room." Ian looked at me, slightly incredulously.

"Are you sure-"

"Yes, I'm sure! Just try to relax- it's really important!" Ian nodded, sliding under the covers and spreading out on the bed, closing his eyes. I sat next to him, running my hand up and down his arm subconsciously as I listened to the banging. They were probably two or three doors down… now they were next door… BANG BANG BANG.

"Open up, it's security!" I took a deep breath and pretended like I'd just woke up, trying to make my eyes look sleepy.

"Hello, is there something I can help you with?" There were two Seekers,a man and a woman, standing outside the door, and the woman was smiling at me, while the man was peering around me into the room.

"Yes, there is. It seems like a good possibility that there are two Humans hiding in this hotel, and I was simply checking in with everyone to see if you've seen either of them. We aren't sure their exact appearances, but one of them is a small blonde girl, and the other is a large man," the Seeker said, watching her intently as she spoke.

"Oh my! Are they dangerous? My husband and I were just taking a vacation, thought we'd come up here and maybe do a little hiking or camping. Could they be in the woods around here?" I tried to make an alarmed face, and the Seekers seemed to buy it.

"We will find them, ma'am, I promise, but if you see any sign of them, please, don't hesitate to call this number," he said, handing me a card with a single number on it. I nodded, trying to seem nervous and scared.

"We definitely will, I promise you. I hope that we don't see them at all," I said, my eyes wide. The Seekers both nodded and the woman spoke.

"Well, thank you for your time and we hope to hear from you soon. Have a good vacation," she said, and they moved on to the next door.

I closed the door and stood there for a second, not wanting to make any noise in case they came back, and then I leaned against the wall and sank to the floor as my heart raced and my hands started to shake. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, listening to the sounds out in the hallway. Ian stayed in bed for another few minutes, and then he got up, coming over and picking me up off the ground. He carried me over to the bed and sat down, holding me tight in his lap, not saying a word.

We stayed like that until no banging could be heard out in the hallway. Finally, I stretched out, putting my feet on the ground and extricating my arms from Ian's. I stood up and headed for the door, looking up and down the hallway. There seemed to be other souls doing the same thing, and I could hear the people one room over from us packing up their things. Everyone seemed to be leaving, so I figured it would be okay if we did.

"Ian, I guess we can pack up and head out. Everyone else seems to be- I can hear the people next door to us packing, and when I looked out, I saw a few people walking down the hallway with their suitcases. Everyone's scared that we're going to attack them or something," I said, shaking my head. "It won't look weird if we follow everyone else." Ian nodded and stood up, pulling on a t-shirt and jeans and grabbing his small bag, with his clothes in it. I did the same, being careful with my right shoulder, which was especially stiff today. Ian could tell I was favoring it.

"Is your arm bothering you?" He was by my side in a second, gently holding my arm still as he watched my face intently. I shook my head, trying to pull away, but Ian kept his grip firm on my arm. "Wanda, if your shoulder is still bothering you, then maybe we should stop and see a medic. I don't want you… I'm sure they can fix it, if anything's wrong. It would be easy enough to come up with some simple story…" Ian tried to convince me, and I insisted that I was fine. My shoulder was just sore, that's all. It wasn't a big deal. Finally Ian conceded, making me promise that if it was still sore tomorrow I would see a doctor.

We got on the road again, with Ian driving this time, and I had no idea where we were going next. That had been a very close call, and I was sure it would happen again- how could it be prevented? It was impossible to keep Ian from harm- danger was part of the journey, there was nothing I could do to stop it, and Ian would probably protest if I tried.

As I thought about all this, I tried to keep my emotions in check, but, as had often happened in the past few days, I started crying. Ian didn't notice right away, so I tried to keep my head turned out toward the passing scenery.

Okay, what next? I'm completely stumped... writers block at it's worst. Should it end here, or do you want to see them meet up with the others?

SOMEBODY THROW ME A BONE, HERE!