I felt numb, as if I had been deprived of all feeling.

Had I done the right thing? And why had I chosen to do it just now? It was at least what I had wanted to do since Legolas had dragged me out of my apartment and forced me to help him escape. It made sense. And it was perhaps the only way I could ever live a normal life again. So why did it feel so wrong?

I thought of the disappointment in the elf's gaze and winced once again. He had said that he needed my help. But for what? How could I help someone who was so much more experienced than I was? I shook my head. I had helped enough. He was where he had wanted to be. He could do what he had come for. And me? I could finally go to the police and get my life back, because guilt or not, I had to see things for what they were: I was still interesting to those who had been following us. They probably even assumed that I possessed crucial information. I was still in danger.

I didn't know why part of me wished to undo my escape, but this time I wouldn't listen to my intuition. After all, that's what had gotten me into this situation in the first place.

The subway pulled into the next stop and I got off. As quickly as I could, I left the station and found myself on the sinful mile of Hamburg. St. Pauli I had already paid a visit during my vacation some time ago - although not during the day and during the week, but on Saturday night.

I was a little disappointed, because from the pulsating life, the colorful lights and establishments was not much more left than cheap sex shop displays and barricaded entrances. Everything seemed gray and desolate. Besides, it had started to rain.

I sighed.

If I was already here and wanted to go to the police, I could pay a visit to the police station nearby.

As I strolled along the mile, I kept looking around. The uneasy feeling I had already had when we had gotten into the van came back with force. With each step I took toward the police station, my uneasiness increased. I couldn't say why, but I had a feeling I was being followed. But there was no one on the street, and even in the Burger King I passed, there were only two women sitting, bent over their coffee, talking.

I shook my head gruffly. This was bordering on paranoia. They couldn't have found me yet, I was moving too fast from one point to another. Apart from that, Legolas was certainly the more interesting target.

When I reached the entrance to the station, I stopped. A three-story brick building loomed above me, emblazoned with the word Police halfway up. I stepped from one foot to the other. Should I really go inside?

Why not, I scolded myself. After all, I hadn't done anything. Except, perhaps, a getaway in a stolen car and possibly attack police officers in the process. I rolled my eyes, gave myself a jolt and slipped through the door into the building. Inside I stopped and looked around. There was a counter, which was not occupied, and to the left of me hung a bulletin board. I took a closer look. Besides general brochures, there were two wanted ads pinned to it.

The one on the left showed a sketch that looked like the Elf, and to the right was a photo of me. It was one of those biometric passport pictures where everyone looked like a felon. Above both of them, in red letters, it said attempted murder.

My heart stopped.

This couldn't be true. If I had done everything, but this? Surely I hadn't tried to kill somebody! My hands began to shake and I was glad I had put on my hood because of the rain.

I had to get out of here. Now.

"Hey, miss! Is there anything I can do for you?"

I winced violently and looked over at the police officer who was now walking towards me. Shit. I was standing right next to the mugshot. Now if that wasn't a red flag.

I put my hand on the door handle and cleared my throat. "No, I just got lost. Thank you." On the inside, I cursed my uncertain voice.

"Just lost, huh? Doesn't look like it, though. Wait a minute, please." He came closer.

"I have to go now."

"I don't think so."

Before he could reach me, I turned, pushed open the door, and ran out into the open.

"Hey!"

I heard him shout something over his shoulder, but I was already too far away to understand what exactly he was saying. It certainly wasn't good for me.

Breath flew over my lips as I hurried back to the subway. Just before I reached it, I looked around.

I'd better not have done that. While still looking over my shoulder, I bumped into something, tripped, and fell. Pain exploded in my knees and my right palm, which I had been using to try to brace myself. Damn it, I had run into a trash can!

I groaned as I got back to my feet and limped on as fast as I could. I hadn't seen any cops following me, but I didn't know if that wasn't going to change. When I reached the bottom, I dropped into the next best train and crouched down on one of the seats.

I had a problem. A huge problem.

They had put out an APB! It was a miracle that they hadn't tracked us down yet. But what did I mean by "us"? I was alone and I had brought this on myself. I tried to breathe calmly. After a while I was able to think straight again without seeing the red letters above my photo again and again in my mind.

First I needed a place where I could quietly think about what to do now, after all I couldn't go back and forth in the subway forever. Eventually, a controller would come by. Once I found that spot, I could move on. Something would, no, had to occur to me.

My eyes fell on an advertisement on the window pane that advertised cremations. Below it was a picture of the biggest Cemetery in town. I frowned. Yes, why not? As far as I knew, the cemetery was huge. If I couldn't hide there for a while, where could I?