Jane works for a TV station. During a routine assignment, she uncovers something she wasn't suppose to see. Now she's on the run.
Jane did not want to get out of bed when the alarm went off at 6:15 AM. Her head was pounding, and she felt rough after a late night the evening before. She wasn’t looking forward to going to work and facing another deadline.
She reached over and slapped the machine, which ceased the annoying buzz. She was free for another nine minutes and didn’t intend on getting up for at least another five. She closed her eyes, reassuring herself that she would be able to get out of bed on time; she just needed to rest a little bit longer.
Buzz! Jane jerked, realizing she had fallen back asleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock.
“6:33?” she asked herself. “Oh, crap!”
She reluctantly threw the covers back and staggered out of bed, trying not to trip over the debris that covered her bedroom floor.
“Clothes,” she said to herself. “That would be good right now.” She went over to the pile of crumpled, half-worn clothes sitting on the chair at the end of her bed and rifled through them, desperately trying to find something to wear.
She pulled a red top out of the pile and examined it, throwing it on the floor next to the pile after she saw a grease stain on a collar. She chose a green top from the pile and a pair of slacks from her dresser.
Skipping a shower, she thought while heading for the kitchen.
Jane usually made a big deal out of eating a proper breakfast but there wasn’t any time. So she grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the table and ran out the door, telling herself she’d eat a proper lunch.