It was a hot day outside, the sun beating down on the desert terrain surrounding your small trailer house that you shared with your girlfriend, Ellie.

She sat outside smoking a joint as you slept on the couch inside trying to escape the heat of the Arizona sun.

You both had left Wyoming to go and relax, away from all the drama of families and just enjoy each other.

You didn’t work which left Ellie to the bread winning.

Her job, however, got her into a lot of illegal trouble but it was all worth it if it meant she could spend time with you without having to worry about finances.

She sold drugs to those who lived in the nearby city; selling weed, cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, etc.

The way she got her hands on those drugs and selling them, was what got him into trouble with the local police.

You both had an escape plan if something were to go wrong and the cops show up at your house; a jet sitting about half a mile away that was left abandoned by a bunch of rich people that didn’t care about the expensive plane.

She didn’t think you’d have to escape so soon.

While she sat outside, the shade from the overhanging roof covering her from identification, she saw a police car zooming past the house.

They were onto her and she knew it.

She quickly runs inside after putting out her joint, running over to you and shaking you awake.

“Babe, we’ve got to go,” she says. “Now.”