Samantha opened her eyes after a night's sleep. When her eyes opened, she realized that it was daylight. She then felt a warm, soothing touch covering her. She moved her body around. She saw that soporific Martin was lying next to her. He was sleeping like a baby. They both were wearing the work clothes that they had on yesterday.

She looked at the clock and it said six thirty-three. Samantha did not know when she went to bed. The last time she looked at the clock before she went to sleep, it said two fifteen. Even though she had less than five hours of sleep, she was wide-awake.

Her eyes ambiguously glanced all over the apartment. Her eyes happened to glance at the coffee table. And like that she saw the pregnancy stick.

She remembered what happened last night. She remembered that last night had unexpected results. She was hoping that it was all a dream. She thought it was a dream because she did not get the results she wanted.

Nevertheless, she was pregnant. And the sad part about it was her mind did not care about the baby. The truth was she was worried about the decision she would have to make. Her mind vacillated back and forth, should I have the baby or should I not? This problem would taint the rest of her life. This problem would forever haunt her.

She carefully slipped away from Martin's arms so she would not wake him up. She wanted to go to work early. She did know why. She just wanted to get out of there. She did not want to be around him. She did not want him to wake up and let there be awkwardness between the both of them. So she deliberately got ready for work. She changed her clothes, brushed her teeth, and brushed her hair.

At six fifty-two, she grabbed her jacket and headed out the door. She looked around and saw that Martin was still asleep. She then saw the paradox she running herself into. She was running away. She just had the conversation last night with Martin. She was not supposed to run away no matter how hard the situation go. But there she was, running away. She headed down the hallway and into the city.

"Taxi!" She hailed a taxi. She got in the taxi and told the taxi driver to go to the FBI office building. Why was she running way?