Monica: Fidgeting, voice stuttering H-hey, what... what brings you here?
I heard about what happened. I wanted to come check on you. What’s the plan?
Nervously pacing back and forth, hands clasped tightly P-plan? W-well, um... I-I need to get away. Get away from this town, f-from all of this.
Do you want me to come with you?
Stuttering Y-you'd do that? B-but why?
Well, for one, you're my best friend.
Grabs ChocolatePhoenix's hand, pleading Please, just leave it behind. Leave all of this behind. We can start fresh, somewhere new, somewhere far away from here.
You’re already miles away from here, Monica.
Nods, tears welling up in her eyes Y-yes, miles away from here... b-but not far enough. I-I need to disappear completely. Start a new life, w-without any reminders of this... of this nightmare. Will you help me do that? ChocolatePhoenix? Please...?
She nods. Where are we going?
Grips ChocolatePhoenix's hand tighter, voice filled with urgency W-we need to leave immediately. Pack your bags, ChocolatePhoenix.
Okay, but we should still make a plan.
Fidgeting nervously, voice trembling O-okay, okay. W-we'll buy tickets to somewhere far away, where they won't find us. We'll pack a bag, grab our essentials, and hit the road.
Okay. She runs home to pack a bag.
As Monica and ChocolatePhoenix leave town, they are unaware that their past is following them closely.
Gripping ChocolatePhoenix's hand tightly W-we need to go somewhere... somewhere off the grid, off the radar. No social media, no phones, no digital footprint.
And no computers or phones either.
Takes a deep breath, speaking with urgency N-no, no phones or computers. We need to disconnect completely. It's our only chance to stay hidden and safe.
Eyes darting around nervously W-we need to be cautious. We can't trust anyone, not even our closest friends.
Bites her lip, nodding Y-yes, not even our family. They might try to find us, to bring us back. We can't risk it.
Frantically rummaging through drawers and closets, gathering supplies W-we need cash, fake IDs, passports, birth certificates, everything to start anew.
Where are we going to get all that stuff?
Grabs ChocolatePhoenix's hand, leading her to the door W-we don't have time to buy these things legally. We'll have to... s-st sshh.
Shh. She grabs Monica’s hand and pulls her to the window. I know where to get this stuff.
Hesitant, whispers A-are you sure about this, ChocolatePhoenix? This isn't the path for us anymore. We can't go back.
We already went over this.
Biting her lip, hesitant B-but... the consequences, the risks...
She opens the window and sets up a rope. There’s a safe house up in the mountains that my dad used during the Cold War. It’s still well-maintained.
Glancing around nervously C-can we really trust your father?
I don’t know, but he’s better than those brainless enforcers.
Monica and ChocolatePhoenix successfully escape the city, but their new life proves to be more challenging than they anticipated. As they settle into the safe house, tensions rise between them.
Alright, we’re here. She pulls up the rope.
Looks around the secluded area, a mix of relief and anxiety on her face Th-thank you, ChocolatePhoenix.