The elevator reached the bottom floor, and I stepped out. I looked around cautiously, waiting, expecting Janice or some of her guards to stop me. Nothing. The ground floor was rather quiet, with no one in sight. It was an eerie silence. It was the hush of the forest when a predator was near. It was the stillness of a house at night when there was no one around. I knew immediately that something was wrong.

        I crept along the hallway, checking open doors, waiting rooms, and desks, looking for people. Each room was empty, each desk abandoned. Every step towards the exit made me more and more anxious. My body was screaming at me: DANGER! DANGER! I kept on imagining footsteps around me, voices in the distance, but when I went to investigate, there would be no one in sight.

        "What is going on here?" I asked aloud, hoping for a response. All I got for an answer was the echo of my own voice. Finally I reached the main corridor, and headed to the doors. I peeked through the glass, and saw people scattering about alongside vehicles driving away. They all stood a distance away from the hospital, but close enough that they would see me if I tried to exit out those doors. I needed to find another exit.

        I started to backtrack, looking for the exit I had used the first time I escaped. Door after door kept leading me inwards, and nowhere near another way out. I was in Daedalus's Labyrinth, with walls like snakes slithering in different directions. All the rooms seemed the same yet different. I wondered how any employee found their way around this hellscape.

        "How did I escape last time?" I asked myself. I began to think back, and realized that all I needed to do was follow the red exit signs. The sign was Ariadne's Thread, and I was Theseus. I looked around briefly, and finally found the sign. Left, right, straight, left, left, straight, right. That was all it took, and I ended up at the fire exit.

        "Hey! What are you still doing here?" a voice called out, making me freeze in my tracks. I turned to see a man in a white coat, a look of fear on his face.

        "Um... I don't really know what's going on..." I said.

        "Well some crazy lady two floors up is screaming about a bomb in the place! And she is holding a detonator! Everyone was ordered to evacuate the building until the authorities arrive," the man said, ushering me out the door.

        "Must be Jinx," I mused. Then I said, "Thank you! I would have never known..."

        "Yeah no problem... Now do you need to call anyone?" he asked.

        "No, I'm good, I have somewhere to be," I answered.

        "Are you okay? You look like you are having an anxiety attack," the doctor said.

        "What?" I asked. He grabbed my arm, placed his fingers on my wrist and waited a moment.

        "Well, you look very pale, you're sweating profusely, and your pulse is racing," he said.

        "Must be because of the bomb threat," I said.

        "Perhaps. Do you have any thoughts of impending doom, overwhelming fear, or increased danger surveillance? Any feelings of detachment from reality, confusion, or an urgency to escape but the inability to? Are you a patient here? Were you abruptly taken away from a treatment of any kind?" he asked me.

        "No, I'm fine..." I lied.

        "Okay... If you say so... well I hate to abandon you here, but I have patients to attend to. It's a damn nightmare trying to evacuate a hospital when there are people who need life support..." he hissed, and with one last concerned look in my direction, he walked off.

        What he had said stuck with me. The questions, especially the one about being abruptly taken away from a treatment, made me think. When I broke free from the machine, had I messed up my mind? The feelings of deep fear and danger. Getting lost in the hospital. Was it all due to escaping from the machine? Was this a punishment, was I really supposed to escape? Or were these feelings my penance, another burden for my freedom?

        I shifted my mind back to the task at hand. How was I supposed to get to that reporter's house? I didn't know how to get transportation, nor anything of the world outside of Hudson Enterprises. 15919 Redwood Drive could be anywhere! Also at any moment, I could be recognized and captured! Jinx had sent me, the most unqualified person, on this mission! The only possible thing that I could think of to do was to hijack one of the vehicles in the parking lot.

        I walked around testing car doors until I found a side door that was open. I climbed up to the driver's seat, and waited. The car didn't seem to turn on. I looked down to the pedals on the floor. Perhaps they start the car? I pushed one in, and nothing happened. I tried the other, and still no luck. Pushing both of them also didn't work. Was it something on the circle turning thing? I pushed different buttons, and still nothing. I pushed the wheel itself and the car let out a loud sound, causing me to jump back.

        I flipped a lever beside the wheel, and that didn't work. I flipped a weird thing above my head, and a key alongside pieces of paper fell into my lap. I picked up the key. It had a label reading "Kingsley Spare". I found the keyhole and stuck the key in, and turned it. The lights and other things in the car started up. I let out a yell of triumph.

        Now how to get the car moving? Perhaps that was what the pedals were for? I pushed the heavier pedal, and on the dash, there were words that read: Push brake and turn key to start engine. I pushed the heavy pedal again, and turned the key further, and the car made sputtering sounds, and further came to life. That must be the brake pedal. I hit the other pedal, and the car made louder sounds, but didn't move.

        What was I missing? The buttons on the wheel didn't do anything! The lever beside the wheel only made the window wet and these weird blades move and clean the window! The only thing I could think of was the lever beside my left arm, but it wouldn't budge. Was this another two step thing like the key and the brake? I pressed the brake and pushed the lever back one notch. The car started to move backwards, and I quickly pushed it back one more, the car stopped, then another notch and it started to move forward. Success!

        It only took a few minutes of trial and error, but I figured out the basics of the car, and eventually I was driving on the road. I was honestly surprised that no one had noticed me in the car screwing around, but I was also sure they had enough problems with the bomb threat. I started slowly, and pushed the car faster and faster. I nearly crashed in the first few moments because I drove on the wrong side of the road. After that I watched a few of the other cars around me, and I tried to match their speed as much as possible.

        The rules of the road aren't that hard to follow once you learn the meanings of things. Vehicles stop at stop signs and lights. They make signals when they are going to turn. Whoever stops at a four way first moves first. Stuff like that. Eventually I pulled over to a parking lot when I realized I was just driving aimlessly. I needed some way to guide myself to the reporter. Maybe if I found someone to ask? I got out of the car, and walked into the nearest building.

        "Can I help you?" a woman asked me.

        "Uh yeah... can you point me in the direction of 15919 Redwood Drive? I'm... new around here," I said.

        "Of course! Give me a moment to search on my phone, because I'm not really sure myself... 15 9 19... Redwood Drive... Okay! So you take the road in front of the building for five miles, turn left, dive for two miles, then turn right, and five apartments down is the address," she said.

         "Okay... five, left, two, right, five. Thank you ma'am," I said. Then I was back in the car, and on the road. I was nearly to the first turn, when a strange vehicle came into view. Then red and blue lights started to flash, and the car came behind me. At first, I didn't realize the meaning of this, until cars around me started to pull over to the side, and I did the same. A man in a black uniform got out of the car holding a small black rectangle that was attached to his car.,

       "Armed assailant, please step out of Dr. Drew Kingsley's vehicle with your hands up," the man said, his voice loud and booming. It seemed as if the box he was speaking into amplified his voice. I wondered who the poor sap in the doctor's vehicle was? His name sounded rather familiar... hadn't I borrowed clothing from him when I first escaped? Wait a minute... the key for  the car... didn't it say something about Kingsley?

        "Please step out of the gray vehicle belonging to Dr. Drew Kingsley, with your hands up!" the man said. Now I was certain he was talking to me. I wasn't too far from the reporter's house. Perhaps if I could find a way to lose him? I let go of the brake, and slammed my foot onto the move pedal, moving around the other stopped cars to the best of my ability. Moments later, the man's car followed.

         I drove forward, passing the left turn, and went up to the next road, and turned right. The man followed. I was swerving back and forth crazily, like a rabbit running from a predator. In the process, I hit a mailbox, removed another car's mirror, and nearly crashed while driving on the wrong side of the road, all to throw the cop off. Within two miles, I turned right again onto a small side road, drove a mile, turned right again, drove four miles, and turned right once more.

        The man slowly was losing ground on me, and when it came to the last turn, he was out of my sight. I quickly backed into an empty driveway, and turned off the car. Then I locked the doors, jumped into the back, and hid at the floorboards. I held my breath, and moments later, I heard the man fly by. I waited a few minutes until I was sure he was gone. It seemed rather easy to avoid whoever that was, but I could never be too careful. I grabbed my stuff and left the vehicle.

        All I needed to do now was walk five apartments down. It was a rather short walk, but my body was on high alert, and every car that passed I suspected was a police vehicle. I tried to act as normal as possible, yet I knew the moment someone took a closer look at me they could see that I looked suspicious and out of place. Finally I was at what I assumed was the correct building, and I walked in.

        "Good afternoon!" a man standing near the door said to me.

        "Uh, good afternoon..." I responded, picking up my pace. I didn't have time to socialize. I first checked every room on the floor I was on. None of them were the room I was looking for, for all of them were apartment A something. Then I went up to the next floor. This was the B floor. I ran to B6, and knocked on the door.

        "One moment!" I heard the familiar voice of the reporter say. A few minutes passed, and I knocked again.

        "Hold your horses!!" she said, and within a second opened the door.

         "Hey..." I awkwardly said.

        "Do I kn... wait a minute. It's you! The servant boy! Come in, come in," she said, grabbing my arm and yanking me into her apartment.

        "Do you want something to drink, something to eat? Wait wait, let me get my notepad, I want to write your preference down, perhaps I can get a psychological evaluation! Think about these questions, what kind of work do you do, what hours, how you feel about your work? Perhaps I can nail the Enterprise for mistreatment of workers..." Kenzie rattled on, rushing around. Her apartment was a mess, papers stuck to the walls with red string encircling them, a hand drawn map of sorts hanging from the roof, with pieces missing, so on and so forth. It only took me a moment, but I realized that everything I saw around me had something to do with the Enterprise.

        "Uh excuse me..." I said quietly, trying to get her attention.

        "Where is that damn notepad!? Do I have enough room on my arm to write? Perhaps I could write on my stomach? Would you mind if I took my shirt off to take your statement? No, what kind of question is that," she said, not even taking a look at me.

        "Excuse me!" I said a little louder.

        "Have you met any of your superiors in person? Is it true that the living areas are unisex? Are any of your fellow workers criminals that were broken out of jail in order to work?" she continued.

        "Excuse me!! I don't have much time, but I need to give you this," I said as loudly as possible, pulling out the envelope.

        "Oh? Oh my, you brought me information? Thank you thank you thank you!" she said, grabbing the envelope straight from my hands.

        "Now sit still and listen, because this information is important."