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Sorcha had gone a day without stop. She had been driving through the snowy roads of the Switzerland countryside. Her eyes felt heavy with sleep and her stomach twisted with hunger. The snacks she had picked up at the last gas station had only lasted her for a few hours and had done a very poor job in keeping her full. 

Sorcha was close; she could feel it in her chest. If she powered through another sleepless night, she would be able to finally catch up to the bastard that stole her skin. The thought of him made Sorcha grip the steering wheel of her car and glare at the road ahead. How could she have been so stupid? Trust someone enough to tell them her most tressured secret only of it to stab her in the back. Sorcha should have listened to her family, trusted them and not that man. 

Cold. 

She felt cold and tired. Sorcha craved a hot chocolate, like the one the old witch made for her during harsh winters. Maybe Sorcha could stop by the nearest town. Just for a few hours to rest up and eat a decent meal for once. She glanced to the side where her phone was perched up and began to search for a town or a rest stop, or anything. 

Nothing. Sorcha found nothing within a reasonable distance from her. She wasn't going to risk it and go back to the town she had just left. She would have to power through the hunger and sleepiness for tonight as well. 

With a loud yawn, Sorcha continued to drive towards the direction of the hex. She drove past snow-covered trees, one after the other. They seemed to lull her, making her forget the reason why she was even driving. Forget that man and her missing skin. It was almost relaxing to the point of sleep. Her eyes had become heavy, so heavy that Sorcha closed for a second or for what felt a second before she realized she was still driving. 

With a jerk, Sorcha opened her eyes to the sound of metal hitting wood. It doesn't a bad crash, but her car was definitively in a ditch at the side of the road. Great. Just great. With some force, Sorcha pushed her door opened and climbed out of the car to examine the damage. In no way was she going to be able to back up from this place.

[color=9c2542]"Just what I needed. Good job on falling asleep, idiot."[/color] Sorcha groaned as she got her phone from the car to dial 112. Nothing. No ring, no signal, nothing. Another great was heard from Sorcha as she climbed up the dirt and snow towards the road. She stood there for a minute, just staring down the road where she was supposed to be heading. Great. Fucking great. He was getting away, and she was stuck here. 

The hunger and the exhaustion mixed with frustration was only making her head pound with a massive headache. Sorcha was never great at expressing her frustration outwards. Most of her emotions overwhelmed her until she cried, and right now was one of those moments.

After a few seconds, she wiped her cheeks cleaned and turned back to her car but a warm light caught the corner of her eyes. Lights! Sorcha turned towards the source of the light and squinted her eyes as if it would help her see better. Those were definitely lights! 

Sorcha ran to her car, grabbed her backpack and phone charger before she hurried past the tree line towards the lights. 

It was a house decorated in Christmas lights followed by another house, then another. She continued to walk until she was standing in the middle of what seemed to be the center of this town. 

[color=9c2542]"What the fuuu..."[/color] Sorcha had been sure she hadn't seen any towns nearby the last time she had checked the map. It didn't matter though, the feeling in her chest, the little tug returned to her for just a second. 

He was here. 

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