"I'm… I'm sorry. For not coming immediately. I knew she had a gun, and didn't know where you were. I didn't want a case like her finding out and killing you." Charles said, and Vera manged a little smile. "It was just a moment's fear. You don't need to apologize. I'm not dead." She said. "You know, I was happy there were two others, who were more scared than I was. I was able to control my fear, and tell them you would come for us. What mattered is that you did. "Honestly, I've never been more grateful to hear someone sing. Kent surprisingly had a nice voice. He was also talking to himself." She said, trying to stop her eyes from watering, but they did, so she looked down. "I've never been more grateful to him." Charles said. "It was like hope. I immediately worked out where we were, with information from the girls, and I'd never been more happy to talk to you. All through the night and morning, I didn't want to say a thing because I didn't want you to think our plan had flopped. I didn't want you blaming yourself." She said, and Charles hugged her. "We're fine now. We are." "I'm never going back. This trip was cursed from the start." She lamented, and cried. Being strong all the time had held back Vera's tears after the whole thing, but with Charles being the stronger one, she was able to act weak, even though it was for a few minutes. "Sir. There would be a lot of traffic on the road. The…" "Oh gosh. Can everything just go smoothly for once?" Vera blurted out. She didn't want to sit in the car all day. "Why the hell would there be traffic?" Charles asked. "Apparently, there's been another accident." He replied, and Vera groaned. "Just kill me." She muttered, looking like she would faint. "We can take another route ma'am, but that would be longer. It would take us hours. Lots of hours." The driver said. "I prefer sitting in the car all day, and moving, with breeze filling the car, than staying stuck in traffic, and dying of the heat. If another accident happened, you know how much longer we'll stay on the road. Even if we do get home at night, but experience no delay, I'm fine with it." She said, and the driver made a detour to take another route. After that, Charles called John, and began to tell him everything that had happened. "We didn't know a lunatic was the one taking the ladies." "Damn, that's… jeez…." James couldn't find the word to say. "She felt insecure about their beauty, and hid them in the attic connected to her room. She took Vera also." John made loud reactions, and it made Vera chuckle. He wanted to talk to her, but Vera didn't want to talk, so she kept pushing the phone away. Instead, Charles spoke for Vera explaining everything, and said she'd talk to him herself when they got home. They drove on, and James and Charles talked for long hours. Later at night, they stopped to refill the car, and Vera looked out at the stars, as the cool breeze filled the car. It was way better than being stuck in traffic, She told herself. "Honestly, I've never experienced something this scary in all my life." Vera said, and Charles chuckled. "Have you forgotten the time we gathered for a company dinner, and you went to the restroom, only to hear gunshots?" Charles asked, and she laughed. "Well, that was one terrible time. I hate to recall it." Vera replied, and they continued to talk about Layla, and how they'd never expected in their wildest dreams for her to be the culprit. They continued on their journey, and ordered pizza, which the three of them shared. Eating felt good. It made half the effect of the fear wear off. The pizza was good, and had her smacking her lips unknowingly. Due to Vera's fear, they didn't even bother searching for an inn, or an hotel. They decided to sleep in the car. Charles was to take the front seat, and push back the seat, so it could help him sleep better, while Vera could have the backseat all to herself. "Give me a minute, please. I think I really need to relieve myself." She said, looking around at the grasses. It didn't seem like anyone could see her if she decided to take a leak somewhere. Her only hopes was that she wouldn't catch an infection because she really couldn't hold it.Since the previous night, she hadn't been to the restroom, and drinking a lot of water after pizza, made her more desperate. "Gosh, do you think I can go amidst those grasses?" She asked, squeezing her face, as she tried to hold it. "Do you want to do it in my car then?" Charles asked rhetorically. "No." She replied, and pushed open the door, running towards the grasses quickly, trying hard not to let even a drop out before she could find a comfortable spot. Charles watched her as she ran, and laughed to himself. "She isn't even embarrasssed. Ladies I know never say they're going out to find a restroom." He commented, and the driver couldn't help but smile at his words. "She's not exactly lady–like, is she?" He pointed out, and Charles burst out laughing. "Always too strict, and too busy." Charles and the driver waited for Vera to return, and wondered if she was taking a dump, or if she hadn't gotten a nice spot to pee because more minutes had gone by quickly. His phone rang, and he picked it reluctantly. It was definitely Longman calling with another number. "Hello." "Hello," Came a thick, but feminine voice. "Sorry do I know you?" He asked, and the voice paused for a while. "I'm a little hurt. I expected my voice to be recognized no matter how it changed." The voice said, and Charles brows knitted together. He was still clueless. "I have no time to waste. Reveal who you are, and why you're calling. Did Longman send you?" He asked, irritated. "Longman, I know no such man. I wanted you to guess why Vera's not returning."