You decide to check out your knew phone. You move slightly to not drag attention to yourself and to keep Clayton comfortable. You noticed that they've been going to sleep easier, even though they claimed to have insomnia. You guess it's mainly because of the tiring events the last few days.

"Aw, adorable." You mutter before pulling the phone out.

You decide to surf the internet first and to find out a way to get a new life, and fake your death. Afterwards you planned to touch base with your friends. You search a few things.

Jumping off a cliff seemed good, Athena could likely fly and you would survive. Or faking drowning or suicide of some sort, or an explosion. You rule the explosion one to risky, but you wanted a fake death that would definitely destroy a body. You groan as your head begins to ache at the many possibilities.

You search more, and guess jumping into the ocean, going to a new country, and having different names would work. You run it though your head. This is going to be a lot harder than said, or thought. You just want a new life with your new friends. You absent-mindedly pat Clayton's hair.

You check your supplies before connecting with your internet pals. A few parts of them are metal and would set off an alarm at an airport. You groan and quickly put then into your inventory and sigh. You wanted this to be over with. You had no idea how many times the thought ran through your head.

What would have happened if you didn't save Clayton? You get a sick feeling in your stomach.

"They've been in there before. They may have been there for a while and would be out with no problem. The police can't check my inventory so I would've been taken in for a few questions then I would've walked free... This was a mistake." You tear up and try to contain it.

"No it wasn't." Clayton mutters. You turn your head and see that they're still sleepy, but awake. "That wasn't a mistake to run off. In fact, this was the best thing you could've even done."

"What do you mean?" You wipe away your tears.

"I have no idea why, but it seems that the government seems to have a vendetta against me. Every time they take me in and throw me into that asylum, I stay there longer and longer." They laugh quietly, but you can hear their voice cracking. "Do you know what it's like in there?"

You hug them suddenly, you didn't want them to to cry. Nonetheless as you hold Clayton close, you can feel them shuddering. You look at them and see their face covered in fresh tears, and they can't seen to stop flowing in. Clayton desperately tries to wipe them away, but there's too many. Eventually they give up.

"It's okay. I'm here. They are not going to get you as long as I am alive." You comfort them, gently patting their head. "They're behind us now, we're going to move to another country and they'll never find us. Never, ever."

Clayton clings to you, still sobbing quietly. They never let on about their emotions, and they often were resilient, bouncing back from bad moods or situations. But everyone still has their limits, even Clayton couldn't keep in the most hurtful emotions. That's what makes you and then human after all.

You don't want to think about what happened at whatever hell they put Clayton through. That was over with. They needed a happy, normal, and caring life. With friends, family, and an actual home. Not whatever was offered back there. It was unjust, unfathomable, and unacceptable.

You hated America. No wonder Clayton missed Canada.

You reassure them for a while, just hugging them and softly saying words of comfort. It's a while, but eventually the cutting stops. You check on them and see that they've fallen asleep again. You just hold them close for the moment, savoring it. It felt like everything was going to be alright for this second. You just embrace it.

The wind howls through and makes a mess of both yours and Clayton's hair. The truck rattles and gently shakes as it soars across the freeway. The sun has gone down and the stars shine through the smog. A few clouds remain as wisps across the sky and slowly move with the wind. You take in this moment for it is.

You could get used to this. Hiding in unexpected places and hitchhiking. Keeping your friend close and taking in the sights that you would've never seen in your old life. Believing that eventually you'll arrive somewhere that's going to be a safe haven.

You check the phone for the news.

[I]BREAKING NEWS: MENTALLY UNSTABLE JUVENILE ESCAPEES ON THE LOSE

They didn't even do a damn background check on you. You skip to the next article, hoping that it would be more accurate.

[I]Troubled Juvenile Escapes Police force with Unknown Individual.

[I] Clayton Mentauser, an unstable teen that has had multiple touch-and-gos with the government was supposed to be taken in for charges of suspected thieving and manufacturing illegal technology last morning. Unfortunately an unknown individual who appears to be an ally of Clayton attacked the police and sped off on a scooter from what reports say.

A scooter, so is that how they cover it up? In all honesty you find it pathetic, they didn't mention the disco ball. You go to the next article.

[I]FORTUNATE TREE FALL SAVES RUNAWAY JUVENILE

[I]An unknown individual who is presumed to have an affiliation with Clayton Mentauser appeared at the scene allegedly half an hour later. The police were about opened fire right when a tree fell and took the gunfire. When the tree fell, the individual ran and escaped. The police department apologizes for its disorderly conduct with the young fugitive.

Wow, what big lies they have! You groan and resist the urge to throw the phone and touch base with your friends. With a new account, of course.

Axolotl Pal »·w·«:
Hey guys!

Queenos like Eos:
Oh my God! Are you okay!?

BitABird:
Holy crap dude, I was scared for you!

Skateen like Selene:
I'M HUGGING MY DEVICE RIGHT NOW

Jovial Maniacs:
ME TOO GHHHHHH

[MISSING]:
[I]ALSO I AM TOO FEEL THE LOVE!!!

LIZARD SCREECHES AT HEAVEN:
AAAAAHHHHHHH I SAW THE NEEWWWSSSS

You can feel the affection radiating off of the screen. You wished that you could actually meet them, and consider telling them an address once you get one.

Axolotl Pal »·w·«:
Hey guys, just wait until I tell you what just happened....

You text with the entire group a majority of the night. You notice that the power on the phone only went down by 2% every three hours. You take advantage of this, but eventually feel your exhaustion catching up with you. Soon the spelling errors become more common, you feel the phone slipping from your grip. And eventually, you let yourself rest for the first time.

You just say one last thing to everyone right when the happens.

"Goodnight."

And it all goes black.