She shook her head and chuckled. It was quite ludicrous to imagine such a get-away car and driver. This plan was, most assuredly, not going to work. But with similar certainty, it needed to.

The backpack held everything she needed. But the will to outrun what haunted her was even greater and truly all that she needed.
As the siren started to blast, she ran as fast as she could to the screamingly loud car and jumped in. It was happening. She was going to win. They were catching up but she had fate on her side. Now, all she had to do was quickly learn to drive and fly away.
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