You agreed to run away with Hans, given he was a wanted criminal. It was a shock that the man you loved turned out to be a criminal on the run, lying about who he was. You were both in a stolen car, on the run with him. Every now and then he’d glance over at you, a grateful smile that you’d risked everything for him. He glanced over, noticing a phone in your hand. His smile faded, becoming more serious. He snatched it away and threw it out the window

“No phones, cops could track us.”