For humanmapquest: Don't fret, Precious...

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It was so very easy, once they were actually out of the FBI building.

Once they reached open streets, the black-clad man was no longer bound by the restraints of narrow corridors and seeming dead-ends.  Once they were up and out he could sail across busy streets from roof to roof, no chance of agents catching them on foot, no hope they'd be quick

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[humanmapquest]

Molly’s heart sunk in the bottom of her stomach when he left for the Bathroom again. She wanted to be where she could see him. Of course, if she closed her eyes, she could see him, but that wasn’t the same. Molly sat up again, thumb still in her mouth; the pillow she used as a teddy bear discarded and moved to the other side of the bed, and stared at the bathroom with wide azure eyes.

She didn’t want to go to sleep tonight. She didn’t want to sleep ever again. She wouldn’t like the dreams she’ll have. Whenever she had nightmares Molly would crawl out of bed, scamper off to her parent’s room, and crawl into their bed so they can hold her, kiss her, and tell her it was alright. She always felt so loved, so safe whenever they did that. Now she’ll never feel that way again. At least, not with the Boogeyman, anyway, because if she had a nightmare, she doubted he’d hold her and tell her it was alright.

She didn’t even know where she was going to sleep! A bed, obviously, but where would he sleep? Not that it was her biggest concern. Her biggest concern right now was not going to sleep, because if she woke up to a nightmare, she would scream and she would cry.

And then the most random thought popped up in Molly’s head: “Will Santa Claus forget about me now, Boogeyman?” She asked, her tiny voice shattering the cold silence that filled the hotel room. As soon as she asked her thumb found its way back home in her mouth. To Molly, it was a legitimate question, because she knew her birthday was going to be written out now, so was Halloween, and Thanksgiving. It was only logical that Santa Claus didn’t care about her, too. At least, it was logical to a seven year old.