Escaping should have been easier said than done, his heart was racing and the next thought was jumping through his mind. Erik looked back to where he was once pursued, expecting a grizzled LASD deputy or police officer he quickly found that he would not be a victim of young hick-town justice this fateful night. It washed over him as he saw that he was no longer being pursued, what had happened? Was Jasmine grabbed, the feisty German cuffed up for the actions of a brave and rash investigator? He shook his head before slowing his pace down, he had really carried his ass out here. The track star from Twin Towers remained vigilant for the brief respite as he looked around, he was far from home. In fact, Erik was no longer by the motel but deep in the swamp somewhere.

Just his luck.

It was getting dark out, something smelled and it wasn't him. Someone might make the joke that Erik was in someone else's swamp, the kind that you don't want to trespass in. All that mattered was returning to the town, somehow. With the sun setting and the evil lurking near Quinton finally emerging in one way or another, Erik had to find his way back to the meeting point to brief everyone on what was found. What was left of it, but he was missing one important person.

Jasmine.

[@Punished GN]