@RaggingEskimo They didn't even wait. They didn't even wait! As soon as the line went flat and before the doctors even had a chance to time his death, they were already after her. Her. For his debt! She wasn't even at the hospital where he died, but they already had a track on her as soon as he was gone. Guns were trained to her head just as his heart gave its last beat. Her shoes hit the payment, travelling away from home. She knew they had already ransacked the place. They already put connections on any accounts that had her name on them. There was no going back there. Not with this debt over her head now. And all because of her no-good, drug addict father. She spun around the corner, pushing past people on the city street as she rushed through. She was a blur of dishwater blonde hair, paranoid greens constantly glancing over her shoulder. She was doing just that when she ran into someone, loosing her balance and falling back onto her butt. "Fuck! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed to the stranger she ran into, her bag and some of it's contents that skittered away becoming the object of her attention as she quickly collected her things.