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Disclaimer: songs naturally doesn't belong to me but to Love and Theft and is called "Runaway".

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It's crazy, I know, to count on this road

To give me what I need

But with every state line somehow I find

Another part of me.

Allison threw a quick glane at the letter on the passenger seat before she turned her eyes to the highway again and hit the gas. She had been accepted for a fellowship under the world famous Dr. Gregory House. She still couldn't believe it. There had to be hundreds of candidates, some undoubtly better than her, but he had chosen her. A woman that had once sworn to herself never to become a doctor after she'd watched her husband die. Kind of ironic, wasn't it? So she should have the chance. People thought she was crazy. Pretty much everybody had already told her that she wouldn't last very long. Shy, pretty, naive Allison Cameron under the sarcastic, misanthropical, cynical House? They were conviced this couldn't possibly end good. Well, she was going to prove them wrong. She'd heard the stories of how he had chased some of his fellows away within the first week or even the first day, sure she had. But she also knew that this was the best chance she'd ever get.

So she had packed her bags and now she wasn't far from New Jersey anymore, after three days on the road. She'd done a little sightseeing on the way and enjoyed the thought of finally getting away from that town where she had spent the last seven years of her life. A town full of memories with the ghost of her husband always walking two steps behind her or even closer. It had gotten better within the years, but the wounds never quite healed. Maybe they'd do now. She didn't like thinking that way. It made her feel bad. But somehow she had to move on. She didn't believe that he'd want her to be unhappy for the rest of her life. Her conscience wasn't clear anyway. She felt a certain relief to get out of there and she wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel that. Should she feel reliefed to leave their old apartment, their friends and his grave behind? Maybe not. At least she thought she shouldn't. She did anyway.

As she passed the state line of New Jersey, she briefly ran her fingers through her hair, sighed and opened the window. A fresh wind came whipping in and moved her hair. She hit the gas again. This was her new life and maybe she could start over again. At least she hoped so.

Maybe it wasn't right, but she finally felt free.