Sam had made it to the bathroom and put the kettle on before suddenly realising that something was missing. While he'd grown used to waking up alone, it was usually in the car. If he took the time to book a motel room, it was because someone else was with him.
Faith was with him.
And yet... she wasn't with him. Not right now. Usually she'd be up and doing exercises that'd make him wince by now.
It took him a moment longer to notice that her stuff had gone too. And a quick step over to the window proved that she'd taken her car.
He wasn't worried. He had no reason to be worried. But he was at the very least offended that she hadn't said goodbye.
As he walked back to the kitchen, he saw the note. Don't come looking. Ha. What did she think he'd be afraid of?
He finished making himself a coffee before charging up his laptop. A few clicks later, and he was watching the marker of her cell phone travelling along a highway a few hours out.
He squinted at the screen before sipping at the coffee.
"What are you running from?"