She touches John's face as he lies stretched out on the bed in 'their' hotel room. He mumbles something in his sleep and shifts a little exposing the key on the chain around his neck. She reaches cautiously and touches the key lightly. Yet again he fidgets slightly. She counts to 3 quietly, hold her breathe, and then jerks it from around his neck. 'What do you think your doing?" he demands in a sleepy voice, never opening an eye to her. After standing here scared for a while she realized he was only dreaming and she slowly starts to back away.
Holding her watch near the doorknob she pushes the button making the watch face, as well as the key hole, a pale blue color. She slides the key in gently and turns it, unlocking the door. She grabs her soft brown fringe leather coat and softly leaves the room, gently pulling the door too.
A black Harley rumbles to a stop in front of her as she goes to leave the hotel. A Fatboy Harley, the kind with the big gorilla hanger type handlebars and longer front forks, like an old style chopper. "How did you know I was bustin out?" she half teases. "I just knew." He smiles in his coy little way. "Get on, let's go for a ride." He says. She tugs on her jacket then takes her place behind him on the bike. "Don't be shy." He teases. "You have to hold on someway." She shyly places her arms around his black leather clad waist.