She'd gotten off the train and ran the rest of the way back to the hostel. She knew she wasn't going to have much time. Wade had ran in the front door and up the stairs when the elevator hadn't shown up fast enough, nearly knocking over some of the other residents.
Yes, this had been initially a stopgap measure, yes she'd now been staying here for close to... was it eight months now? Yes she was probably getting attention, but she didn't care. She needed to get out of there. Out of Cardiff. Find someone who could fix the Timer and then slide out. If he was here then they were coming. And she wasn't going back! She'd... she'd kill herself before she let that happen. Yes it was extreme, but it had been bad.
Wade rushed around the room, shoving the few posessions that actually meant anything to her into the backpack she'd brought from John's world, the only thing that had gone with her through the vortex. She'd lost her journal back at the bar, she wasn't going to be getting it back, but the others she had were in the bag, along with two emergency changes of clothes and a few other items she'd been bringing while they slid, emergency first aid kits and a flashlight. And the last item she put into the waistline of her pants. She searched the drawer for the cash she'd stashed. She could be on a train soon, and then it would be goodbye UK... good bye life she'd built...