Roxy lay in her room staring at the ceiling. When had life gotten so complicated? Why did she have to end up with the one agent that didn't care one wit for his life or hers. She was tempted to sneak out and make a go at surviving on her own. Surely that would be better then this. She put Max's jacket on trying to feel like she wasn't alone in the world. Atleast the day was almost done. Tomorrow she could decide what to do.