-"Starts With Goodbye"-

After many tried and failed escape attempts, Jude was beginning to feel defeated. Maybe it was just a sign that she'd have to just stay with him and put up. Stay with him and learn about life the hard way. Or maybe this is what life was?

But that was a chance, Jude decided, that she was willing to take. It was time for her to leave. There was no way she could stay in that house with him any longer. And since he had cameras, she wouldn't exactly be able to take anything with her.

Jude walked into the kitchen, looked in the fridge and the cupboard, then took out a piece of paper and a pen and jotted down a grocery list of random grocery items. If he had cameras in the house, it had to be believable and grocery shopping seemed normal enough for Jude. She did it every few days, just to stay stocked up and to get out of the house for a little bit. Then, she shoved the list in her purse, trying not to make it too obvious that she was rushing it, grabbed a jacket, and went outside, locking the door behind her.

Once she was in the car, Jude looked at the large house. A tear began to burn in one of her eyes. This was her life, and now she was leaving it. However, she turned the key in her ignition. And when she drove off, realizing that she couldn't have these doubts anymore. It was the worse time for her to ever be second-guessing herself, and it had to stop. It had to stop right now.

Jude drove around, up and down random streets. She wasn't sure where to go. It seemed that Mike had cast a spell on her or something. She had now become dependant on him, and now had no idea what to do. She was so lost without him. Why had Jude let herself come to this? She wondered.

"Jude." She said to herself out loud. "You have to do this. It's been one of the most important decisions of your life and you've made the right one." She sighed as she continued to talk out loud to herself. "We can do this." She whispered.

Jude turned right and into the driveway of a conveniece store. She walked into the eerily lit store and over to a pay phone. She looked up at the man behind the counter. He looked to be about forty or so. He was a grubby-looking guy and his nametag read 'Mark'. She turned away and flipped through the phonebook until she came across the number to the airport nearby. Using her finger to read it off slowly to herself in her head, she dialed the number into the phone.

A woman answered politely, introducing herself, then asking if she could help her.

Jude took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'd like to buy a one-way ticket to Toronto, please." She paused. "And is there any way I could catch a flight today?"

"Yes, if I can get your name, I'll check it out for you."

"Jude. Jude Harrison."

She could hear typing of the keys on a computer keyboard before the woman spoke. "You're in luck, Miss Harrison. We actually have a flight leaving in about an hour. Would you like a seat on that flight?"

A soft smile broke over Jude's face. "That would be perfect." She said, before hanging up. Jude ran over to a cooler, grabbed a bottle of water, then took a magazine off of a rack and slammed some money on the counter. "Keep the change!" She yelled as she ran out the door, the man behind the counter giving her a weird look.

She walked into the airport with about fifteen minutes to spare, and she could only hope that that would be enough. But soon, she was sitting on a plane, ready to take off. Ready to go somewhere new, and do something different. And it was about time.

Jude was quite happy to learn that she'd be sitting by herself, with nobody crowding the seat beside her. Or so she thought. Soon enough, somebody sat down beside her. She let out a small sigh of disappointment before looking up at the person.

She was pleasantly surprised, however, to see who was sitting beside her. He was a handsome man whom she'd guessed to be in his twenties. He had dark hair and a pretty face.

This man, she would soon find out, was none other than Tom Quincy.