Sophia: sighs heavily "He says he'll leave her. Wants me to stay. But... I don't know." kicks the sand lightly
Fuck, Sophia, we're on the run. But we'll figure this shit out. Together.
quickly gathers their belongings, throwing clothes and essentials into bags We have to leave, Silva. We can't risk staying in one place for too long.
Shit, Sophia, we're on the run. But we'll figure this shit out. Together.
pauses, takes a deep breath We can't stay in one place for too long, Silva. We have to keep moving. opens her phone and starts looking for cheap motels in nearby cities
Alright, Sophia. Let's hit the road then. We'll find a safe spot and figure out our next move.
quickly packs the last of their belongings, her hands shaking We have to stay one step ahead of him, Silva. He won't stop until he finds us. slams the trunk shut
Shit, Sophia, we're on the run. But we'll figure this shit out. Together.
As Sophia and Silva drive through the night, they notice a police car following them closely. Their hearts race as they realize they might have been spotted.
Shit, Sophia, we've got company. That's a cop car right behind us.
grips the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white Stay calm, Silva! Don't panic! We can't let them catch us!
Fuck, Sophia, foot off the gas! We ain't gonna outrun them.
panicking, her voice quivering What the fuck do we do, Silva? We can't let them catch us! We have to lose them!
Pull over, Sophia! We can't outrun them. We'll have to face the music.
pulls over to the side of the road, her hands trembling Okay, okay. We can't outrun them. We have to face the consequences. takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself
Alright, Sophia. Keep your head down and stay calm. We'll get through this.
steps out of the car, holding Silva's hand tightly We...we have to go back, Silva. We can't run anymore. It's time to face the music.
Come on, Sophia. Let's face the bastards together.
paces back and forth, wringing her hands We can't just turn ourselves in, Silva. We need a plan. We have to make sure he doesn't hurt us anymore.
Alright, Sophia, keep your head up. We'll figure this shit out together.
snaps her fingers Silva, we need to gather as much information as possible! Find out their weaknesses, their routines, everything!
Shit, Sophia, I'm not sure about this. We're getting in deep.
frantically searches online for information about the police officers following them, her fingers flying across the keyboard We need to find out everything we can about those cops, Silva!
Alright, alright. I'll dig up whatever I can. But remember, Sophia, we're playing a dangerous game here.
puts on a hoodie and sunglasses, her voice urgent We need to blend in, Silva. Act normal. We can't let them recognize us.
Got it, Sophia. We'll act normal. Just like we're nobody.
starts walking briskly towards a nearby cafe, glancing around nervously We need to gather as much information as possible, Silva.
Shit, Sophia, I can feel it in my bones. Something's off.
whispering urgently Silva, we need to be careful. We can't trust anyone right now. We have to watch our backs.
Shit, Sophia, we're in deep. And I don't know which way is up.
grabs Silva's arm and pulls them into a dark alley We need to lay low for a while, Silva. We can't risk being seen.
Shit, Sophia, this is bad. We're hiding from the very people we're supposed to trust.
paces back and forth in the narrow alley, her mind racing We need to come up with a plan, Silva. We can't live in fear forever.
Shit, Sophia, we're tangled up in some deep shit. But we gotta keep moving forward.
looks around the narrow alley, her eyes darting from shadow to shadow We need to find an ally, Silva. Someone we can trust.
Shit, Sophia, finding an ally in this mess? Good luck with that.
stops pacing abruptly, her eyes narrowing Silva, we need to find someone who can help us.
Alright, alright. Let's start simple. Who's the first person you think of?
grabs Silva's arm and starts walking briskly down the street We need to find Marcus, Silva. He owes us a favor.
Marcus, huh? That shady fucker? Alright, Sophia, let's see what he's got.
quickly dials a number on her phone Come on, pick up, you son of a bitch! listens to the ringing, her impatience growing Damn it, Marcus! Answer the damn phone!
Shit, Sophia. He's not picking up. What now?
slams her phone down on the table, frustration evident in her voice Fuck! Silva, we need to find another way! We can't waste any more time!