"What trouble?" Tyson asked, turning fully to Carlos. "The police might also be searching for us. They might want to arrest us." Carlos replied, and Tyson threaded his hands through his hair, bowing his head. He could not bring himself to ask why the cops would search for them. He also knew they hadn't exactly been innocent kids, and if their father had been caught then they weren't exactly safe. "What do we do now?" Tyson asked. "We plan. We'll be back with payback for Charles. I'm very sure he's behind this." Carlos said venomously and without words, Tyson understood what Carlos intended to say. After all they were brothers. ~ Sandra's eyes flitted open slowly, and she saw she was in the hospital. What had happened? Her brain felt hazy. She looked at the IV which she had drained of his contents, and sat up. She looked at her clothes; She was still in her casual clothes, which meant she had not suffered any serious injury that called for hospital treatment. Then slowly, it all began to come back to her. The news of Mr. Lincoln getting arrested. All the condemning eyes, and satisfied smiles. All her troubles being a cleaner. There would be no justification for it, no pay back for those terrible employees. It had all gone to waste. Sandra's hands flew up to her face, covering it, and slow warm tears rolled down her cheeks, wetting her palms. Where had it all gone wrong? It couldn't have been from the time their cards had been declined. Something had gone very wrong somewhere, but she didn't know where she could start from, nor who she could blame. Sandra felt very down, and distraught at that moment. There was nothing she could do. She felt hopeless, and clueless as to her next move. She was next. That was one thing she was sure about. The cops would come looking for her and her sons. She had to warn the boys. They were not to do anything silly that would help the police in finding them out. Good thing she had fainted. They were finally out of the resort, and she was definitely never returning. Where were Carlos and Tyson by the way? She took out her phone from her pockets, and dialed Carlos' number, but it wasn't going through. Why wasn't it going through? What was he doing at that time when communication was crucial to them. "Carlos, pick up." She muttered, even when he wasn't picking. She couldn't afford to lose her sons. No, that could not happen. She dialed it a few more times, but it was still saying the same thing, so she tried Tyson's number. Same thing. It wasn't going through. Why weren't they…!? Sandra's hands flew to her mouth, as an horrible thought came to mind. What if they had been apprehended already? What if she had been left alone because she was still in bed, and unconscious? Were they waiting for her to wake? Was she going to meet them sitting outside with handcuffs on the ready? Sandra ripped the IV tube from her hand, and blood came out freely, but that was the least of her concerns. She tiptoed to the door, crouching low, so she could check through the glass without being noticed by anyone. She looked around at the hall before her. There was no one passing. It was deserted, but she couldn't leave. Not when her sons were still out somewhere she had no idea of. Then she straightened up, and made to return to her bed to keep trying their phones when she saw a folded paper that must have fallen when she stood up. It was folded, but not closed, and in the little space it left open, she saw pretty letters that she recognized as Carlos' handwriting. She bent, and looked closer. It was indeed Carlos' handwriting. Having confirmed that, she picked it up, straightened, and went to her bed. The bed compressed with her weight as she sat down on it, and Sandra opened the note. *Mum. I'm sure you're very well aware of the situation. Carlos and I have to leave. The police might be out there searching for us, but before they find us, we must not be here. I hope you'll be safe, as we're unable to wake you. Probably by the time you wake, we'll be on a plane. We can't leave the details as to where we're going because this note might be found. We also can't send a text because for the time being, we don't want to use our phones. Bye, mum* On a plane? They had gone just like that? How could they leave her behind? But on the good side, they were out of trouble. The police will never get them again. They were already out of reach. At least her sons were safe. She could make a move. She was also going to take a fast plane to any place she could find. It didn't have to be anywhere grand. She just needed a low profile place to hide. She was very sure if the police intended to search for her, they might get confused with trying to find her in someplace with a high population of people, or a place where they lived the high life. Well first, she needed her cash. Sandra left the hospital ward immediately. It started with a brisk walk down the hall, but escalated into her running, and being cautious of any sound. If anyone was coming, she'd have to be alerted, so she could stop walking. She loosened her hair from the bun it was at the base of her neck, and spread it around her self. It covered her shoulders, and her face from the side. That way, she could not be easily recognized. Taking the elevator down was the scariest experience for Sandra. She kept on having feelings that someone would come into the elevator at each floor it stopped, and that they'd recognize her. And soon enough, her fears came to pass when the elevator stopped for the last time before it got to the bottom floor. Some men walked in, and her heart jumped into her throat. One of them had a police ID hanging from his neck. She was doomed. She was they were searching for. If they knew she was the one, they would arrest her immediately. They lined in front of her, and Sandra carefully pulled down her soft cotton V-neck jacket, leaving a clear white T-shirt. Even if they watched the video and happened to spot her, they wouldn't guess easily because they wouldn't recognize her clothes immediately. She dropped the brown jacket in a corner, and it blended in with the color of the wall. "Where the heck is she? What did the officers who checked her ward say exactly?" A stout man asked, with his hands in his pockets, looking like he was getting really irritated. "They're on their way down now. They said her bed was still warm, so she left not long." "Did you check the stairs? She might have used the stairs. She'll be too smart to use the stairs. Women who look like that have to be feared." He said, roaming his hand over his face, and spoiling it, trying to look like Sandra. Sandra lowered her head, letting her hair fall over her face. Her hands, which she had placed in the pockets of her skirt, so she could look confident, were trembling seriously. She could barely breathe. Her heart was pounding and with every second which she stayed there, she felt like passing out. They were too close, too scary, and they deep voices seemed to vibrate in her chest. Finally, the elevator stopped, and the men walked out. Sandra made for the entrance immediately, thankful they weren't planning on leaving the hospital yet. Immediately she got out, she heard loud speakers instructing all exits to be closed. The fact that she had been so close to getting found out made her heart pound twice as hard, and she began to run as fast as she could. "Taxi!" She called, at the top of her voice. She pulled open the door, and rattled her house address immediately she closed the door. The man looked at her through the mirror, and she hung her head low. "I'm actually running late on an appointment, so if you'd go a little faster, I'd really appreciate it. I just need to get some things at my house, and them we'd move on to our next destination." She said, and looked back to ensure the cops hadn't spotted her, and followed her. The man gave up on suspecting her, and drove as fast as he could. Sandra took in deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down. Her fingers were cold with sweat and her legs were changing. When had her paradise suddenly change into horror? Immediately she got to her house, she dashed to her room. The cops hadn't searched her house yet, and if they found out she wasn't at the hospital, she was very sure the next place they would search was her house. She scattered her drawers, gathering jewels she could sell. She piled them all into a big bag containing money, and put in folded clothes to cover it all up, then she wheeled it out of the house, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and a face cap on her way. Sandra got into the cap, and the driver began to drive out. "The airport." She said, putting on the sunglasses and cap. She hadn't put them on in the house because she had been scared the driver would get suspicious of her. The driver drove to the airport, and Sandra was beginning to get hopeful, although her hands never stopped shaking. She got to the airport, and paid the driver a huge amount without collecting the change because she couldn't risk wasting her time. She had gotten as far as that. There was a higher chance of her making it. She couldn't ruin her chances of making it just so she'd get some chump change she wouldn't be able to spend in prison. She walked into the airport, and after walking for a minute, she stopped. There were the cops. There already, before her. Waiting for her…