Sunshine had gotten there before Sam, but not by as much time as he would have thought. Even though staying frayed the edges of her already worn nerves, she couldn't find an opportunity to get the kid and get away. The thing had fixated on Jacen as a super hero who would fix everything, and as much as Sunshine doubted it, she couldn't burst the kid's bubble. Doing so would only lead to blubbering and a fit that would be sure to draw attention. She kept waiting and waiting for an opportunity and argument to extract him, but it just didn't come. In the end, she had to console herself with the idea of asking for Sam's help in coming back and getting the kid away from Jacen.
For Sunshine's part, she left through the bathroom window. It was cheesy, it was cliche, but it was all her mind could come up with at the time. It was also much harder than it looked in the movies. The little window was meant for ventilation, not passage. She scraped her upper arm against the rough metal lining that held the pane in place when it was shut, cutting it surprisingly deep. With a sharp intake of breath, she forced herself to bite her tongue and not free the string of curses dancing on the tip of her tongue. 'Great,' she thought. 'World's on the edge of falling into complete chaos and violence, tons of people hurt for perfectly legitimate reasons, and I go and cut myself on a window. Can see it now, if any of us survive, we can recount our old war stories. Oh, how did I get this little scar? Was it a vampire? Gunshot wound? Freaking Big Foot? Uh... no. Window. Because I was too afraid to use the door.' Sunshine kept up the mental chiding all the way to Sam's room; it kept her distracted from dwelling on how hard her heart was pounding and how she jumped at every little imagined sound.
After letting herself in, she'd headed over to the bathroom. Positive that what had cut her had been fairly old metal, Sunshine wondered if she'd need a tetanus shot. She surveyed the damage in the mirror. Wasn't all that bad. She rebuked herself for being a big baby and tried to decide if it would be healthier to try and stem or encourage the blood flow. Letting it bleed would wash infection-causing detritus out of her system, which she was for. But she suspected leaving around bloody bits of yourself for others to find was just as dangerous in this world as it had been in her own. Compromising, she decided to stay with her arm over the sink. Anything that dripped could be washed away. Besides, Sam probably wouldn't have appreciated her bleeding on his floor.
Sunshine froze when she heard the clicks of the locks snapping into place. The thing about her vision was, she saw better in the dark, so she hadn't bothered to turn on any lights. Part of her was glad; if there was someone there who shouldn't be, then they weren't immediately alerted to her presence. But the other part of her just wouldn't allow her mind to see it in a positive way. She was in the dark with someone she didn't know - she hoped it was Sam - but the fear was a gut-twisting reaction that made her wish she'd taken a better look around for anything that could be used as a weapon.