A/N (Read with a British accent for full affect. If you are British please don't take offense, you just have a cool accent. Also, your Queen has been on the throne for 60 years and so today, I will write my A/N with a British accent.) Hello. How are you this fine day? I'm fine, thanks for asking. Thank you all for 100 reviews. I feel quite special. Please don't forget to review and follow and like.

We leave that night. We don't plan, we don't take anything but a change of clothes, two backpacks and 500 dollars cash which I stole (once again) from Macey. We just leave. It would be romantic, running through the forest with the boy you love, if we weren't running towards something that would probably result in our deaths. Without realizing where I'm leading us, we end up at Mr. Solomon's cabin.

Zach looks at me. "Why are we here?"

"We need time and supplies and this will get us some. They won't look here first because I hid here last time and they'll think I'm smart enough not to use the same place twice. They won't take long to look here though so we need to be gone in the morning." Zach nods and I continue to plan out loud as we simultaneously step over a trip wire and continue to walk towards the front door. "Joe has a cupboard full of money and his shed is still pretty full of supplies. If we go to France, I have some friends that can help us out." I pause and look at Zach as I pull a key to the front door that I grabbed before we left Gallagher. He raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. "Zach, this is probably the last time for a while you'll get to sleep soundly with a roof over your head and food in your stomach. If you don't want to come any farther, I understand."

He kisses me until every coherent thought in my head is gone. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs against my lips.

I pull back and open the door. "In that case, welcome to the trip to Hell. Admissions free, your safety is not guaranteed and unless you want to die, we don't recommend staying seated at all times."

I don't disable the cameras. What's the point? They'll be here by the morning anyways. After Zach and I eat the MRE's in Mr. Solomon's pantry, we stock up on supplies. I tell Zach to find as much money and first aid supplies as he can and then I go out to the supplies shed. It is filled with an array of guns, back packs, clothing and quite a bit of hiking gear along with the CIA's latest technology. I grab two hiking backpacks. Two outfits, two pairs of sturdy boots and the majority of the CIA tech. My contacts in France are not exactly CIA, more like CIA targets but beggars can't be choosers. They won't be able to supply us with sate of the art technology but they'll be able to get us new identity's, weapons and food and, if we're lucky, a safe place to spend a few days. We will have to leave everything we took from Gallagher other then the money here. They are identifiable and could trace back to us, which, when you're chasing after a top secret, international terrorist group is a very, very, bad thing. I finish packing the hiking backpacks and go back to the cottage where I add an assortment of MRI's and Zach throws in the money and first aid supplies. Once we are packed, we head into the bedroom and are asleep within five minutes. Our bags are right beside us so that if we have to leave in the night we can. We have to.

About an hour after I fall asleep, I wake up again. It's a reflex I developed well I was on the run the last time. It had gone away after I'd gotten back to Gallagher but now that I was running again, it was back. I'm glad it was to because I hear movement outside the cottage and see headlights through the window. I jump up, grab both the backpacks and bend over to shake Zach awake. He has barley opened his eyes when I push the pack into his arms and pull him to his feet. "We need to run," I whisper. He nods and we go. Running through the forest, running and running and running, always running.

Me: Hi Zach, how are you liking your story so far?

Zach: Oh, I think it is great. I love the fact that you haven't killed any of us off.

Me: Oh, well I thought about it but decided I wouldn't.

Zach: Thanks. That is much appreciated by myself and Cammie. We know you are great at writing about funerals because of your other story, Out Of The Cold, so we know you'd have loved writing another funeral scene.

Me: Your welcome. So how do you feel about Cammie's plan to go back to France?

Zach: Well I was hoping I wouldn't have to go back there for a while but I'll do whatever it takes to bring the Circle to the ground. Oh, sorry I've got to go, there is a dog chasing Cammie and I.

Me: Okay, see you next chapter. Bye.