Domino had been sick for days. She kept thinking back to the week she'd spent away from home, away from all the madness. Sure, there were two decent guys in the group, but the other three more than made up for the two good ones. Things had gotten just a tiny bit worse since she came back, and part of her wondered if they knew that she'd changed. So the sick thing was a blessing, really. It meant she got left behind. Not that being left behind was a good thing, but it gave her plenty of time to think, which she had been avoiding doing.

Three weeks later, she was starting to get nervous. The sickness hadn't abated, and normal bodily functions that she'd come to rely on ceased to be there. The others were relentless, always asking her if she felt 'strong enough' to do anything. Even the leader was becoming too nosy for her taste.

But she was still left behind, all alone, when missions came around. Domino had escaped from a much more guarded place than this before, so slipping out into the afternoon, her worldly possessions stuck in the same backpack she'd brought from the orphanage (and anything of value that belonged to three of the five men), she hoofed it out into the wild world again.

Her first stop was a train station, where she snuck onto an Amtrak train bound North. Putting a country's border between her and the men she'd stolen from seemed like a good idea. The ride gave her even more time to think, and she thought hard. If things were the way she feared they were, then this was going to be one hell of a long year.

She sighed, resting her head against the wall of the cargo area, listening to the sound of the train. If she ever saw Nathan again, she was going to kick his ass.