A/N: Wow, I'm ashamed of how long it's been since I updated this story. I know I have the best fans of all because you put up with a lot of waiting for updates. I know quite a few of you have to read the whole thing over again so let me summarize to save you time. Sookie is in a depression. She feels like life would be better for everyone if she weren't there to get them killed. She has decided, while a bit tipsy, that she's going to run away. Typical Sookie.

I was burning with an intense feeling of determination. Yes, I would be running, but in a sort of roundabout way, it was a good thing. I could visit the world and all the places I hadn't even imagined of going to. When you're stuck in a dead end job as a barmaid in the middle of nowhere, you don't really think of vacationing in the Bahamas.

I had seen beautiful places in movies and in pictures. That's it! I would go see where they filmed one of my favorite movies, "Gone With the Wind".

It was only once I reached the line for the luggage check-in counter that I stopped to ponder the logistics of this trip. While it would be fun to just take off around the world, I didn't have a passport and I had heard it took months to get one. Those were months I did not have. It also occurred to me that if I was going to go where nobody could find me, then I couldn't have legitimate papers. I needed fake ones with a new name.

I wracked my brain trying to think of somebody I knew who could hide me for a short while until I could get my papers.

Looking up I noticed cameras at several key locations. I didn't have much cash on me so it might be wise to stop at an ATM and take out all my money. In order to ensure that my transactions were untraceable, I needed lots of cash on hand. I wouldn't be able to pull much from just one ATM. Chances are each terminal would probably only have one each. If I found the shops, I'd most likely run into a few ATMs.

I walked up to an information kiosk and asked a rather tired-looking, middle-aged woman where I could go to wait for my boyfriend's plane and possibly buy him a present at the same time. She referred me to the esplanade where I found three ATMs and one Wells Fargo. That didn't do me any good since it was closed until 9AM.

I don't personally know how much money one ATM can hold, but I knew it would look suspicious for me to be taking out a whole bunch of money in one fell swoop. The trip alone would cost about five hundred dollars. I took out a thousand dollars for now, assuming I'd just have to stop by a bank when I got there.

Before I lost my nerve, I walked up to the Southwest Airlines ticket counter, and received a lackluster hello from a man that could have passed for Andy Bellefleur's twin.

"Hi. I'd like a ticket to Dallas, please."

A/N: So this may not seem like much of an interesting chapter, but I had a fun time researching just how much money is in an ATM (apparently 20-40K depending on the location) and I even looked up the map for McCarran International Airport. You can see it by typing in the link below without spaces. I'm sure you're all wondering where the heck Eric is and why she's going to Dallas of all places. I'm sorry it's a short update. I'm going to try to write another one after work tomorrow. Please review, even though I don't deserve it. Love, PIP.

http : / / www . mccarran . com / airportguide . aspx ? gates = A