Caleb had drifted off at some point as he laid on the couch, and eventually, he awoke with the same headache he had previously. He winced after sitting up because of the throbbing sensation, rubbing his eyes to make sense of his surroundings. In a panic, he stood up quickly and checked the house for Lola. As he swung open the door leading into the guest room, he spotted her sleeping in the bed.

"Hey," he whispered. "I have to run an errand. I'll get us some dinner too. I'll be waiting in the living room."

It'd be much easier to leave her behind, but it'd also be much more stupid. As sweet and cooperative she had been, Lola was still a stranger that he couldn't trust. Not yet.

Caleb unlocked the safe that was housed in a lower cabinet in the kitchen, and once it was opened, he pulled out a large wad of $100 bills from the bar. The business account was under his name, therefore, he was responsible for all of the transactions, and he was much too paranoid to leave that much money in the house. 

He began to count the money on the kitchen counter when another wave of splitting pain began to pound at his head. After mumbling a few curses, he continued to count until he reached the end of the stack, then he folded it. 

He retrieved a gray tee shirt, a snap back to cover the blood that still sat on his scalp, and a leather jacket, and the money made it's way into the breast pocket - it's usual home.

Caleb knocked lightly on the guest room door. "Ready?"