Kate drudged up the street towards her motel, her feet where aching from the walk she was looking forward to a nice warm shower – if the water was actually hot in her motel room today.

Even though she know had the money she had just stolen from Sawyer, she could easily afford to stay in one of the top hotels, but that was a luxury Kate's life couldn't afford, sticking to the grubby cheap motels was how she had kept free, in most of these places the owners where either too eager to get their grubby hands on whatever money you had to notice you, or that tired of the whole thing they had stopped caring, both ways that made it easy for Kate to stay hidden and unsuspected.

She wearily turned into the car park and gasped, 3 polices cars where stationed outside, with one police officer stood outside. She quickly dived behind a stack of dustbins. How stupid had she been? She should have known they wouldn't have sent all the officers whatever direction Sawyer told them, that was if they even believed him. She should have known that they would search the hotels around, why didn't she? Strangely she felt that it was because, well when Sawyer had said they had believed him, she believed him too… she trusted him. It was a strange feeling for Kate to trust someone, especially so quickly.

Well that was it, she couldn't risk going back in there now. Even if the owner or people inside hadn't recognised her before, after all this as soon as she went inside her mug shot would probably be fresh in their minds, there was no way she could go back in there without being recognised, and this close to home… well what used to be home, this close to Iowa, it was too risky to chance getting recognised.

It wasn't like she needed to go back in there… she only had a rucksack with a few changes of clothes in, she could buy some more with Sawyers money.

Kate's heart stopped. Toms plane. She always kept that with her, in her rucksack or in her jacket. She frantically searched through her pockets hoping she had it on her… no, no no! It wasn't there… it had to be there! But it wasn't. Kate could feel the tears streaming from her eyes, she needed that plane, it was like a part of her. If it wasn't here then it was in her rucksack… inside the motel.

So there she had it. She must wait until the police had gone and then do the terribly stupid thing of going back inside the motel.

Kate only had to wait a matter of minutes until the police came back outside and returned to their cars, but for her it dragged on like a lifetime. She strained to try and hear their conversation, but she couldn't hear anything.

She did however, notice the rather annoyed, upset faces of the policeman, rather like a young child who had just lost one of their favourite toys, she didn't know if it was the fear wrenching in her gut about going back into the motel that made her see that look on their faces, or if it was real, she was really hoping for the second option.

Waiting a few more minutes to make sure the police had really driven away Kate hopped out from between the dustbins, pulling the sweatshirt hood as high as it would go over her head, quickly tucking her hair down the back of her shirt hiding as much of it as possible.

She easily sneaked into the motel and up to her room. Turning on the light which only cast a dim, flickering glow across the tiny room and locking the door behind her Kate hastily began to root through her tiny rucksack.

Kate had literally shredded the lining of the rucksack to pieces until she realised it wasn't there. Tears began to run from her eyes as the fear and anger at herself for losing the plane took over her, she began to tear around the room, ripping the sheets from the beds, opening the closest she hadn't even used before just in the vain hope that it would be somewhere, anywhere in that room.

Kate sank down onto the bed with her head in her hands and accepted the truth.

She had lost the only thing that meant something to her, the only thing that weirdly kept her going on those long, cold nights alone on the run.

She had lost Tom's plane.

Meanwhile Sawyer sank down into the seat of his truck, yet when he did he felt something hard spike into his but.

"Son of a bitch!" He exclaimed at the sudden pain. He pulled out whatever was underneath him and his hand connected with smooth, hard plastic. He brought it up to his eye line and saw that it was some sort of toy plane. Shrugging, he tossed it onto the seat next to him, and started his engine once more.

Ok, so you might think its a little un-real that the toy plane was on the seat of Sawyers truck, but this is the theory Im working with; when Sawyer and Kate left the bar, they obviously used his truck to get back to his hotel, Kate would have had the plane in her sweatshirt pocket, and it would have fallen out when she climbed out of the car. Its a little well, unbelieveable, but I hope its ok!

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