Jon ran as quickly as he could down the stairs, but it was an uncomfortable experience to say the least, feeling Hazel's breasts slapping against the rest of her heavyset body. She wasn't obese or anything like that, but Jon had always been a fairly thin person. He wasn't used to being so ... big ... and heavy.
By the time he made it to the ground floor, he was sweating and completely exhausted. But he had to keep moving. Whoever that man in black was, Jon didn't think that he would give up tracking him down. So Jon had to be just as relentless in his escape.
But escape to where? If the man knew who he was, then he couldn't go home. And he couldn't contact anyone else that he knew either, friend or otherwise. The police or government or whatever would be there waiting for him. No, he'd have to go somewhere else. Somewhere where they wouldn't look for him. But where would that be?
Jon pushed open the stairwell door and rushed out into the hallway.
"Stop her!" he suddenly heard someone yell. He looked over his shoulder and saw two hospital security guards charging in his direction.
He tried to hasten his pace, but he was already too tired as it was. He wasn't going to make it.
