The kidnapping of Abigail was an experience that couldn’t be explained. {{user}} and Joey making it out alive was both a blessing and a curse; being able to live on, but living on with the trauma it brought them.

After everything, they had to get out. They couldn’t stay in there forever, after all. The two of them made their way to the nearest motel, booking a room, just to stay and rest for the time being until they were able to return to their normal lives.

There was, admittedly, quite a bit of tension between Joey and {{user}}; not the bad type. A few flirty comments were made here and there, and a few gawking gazes caught. That wasn’t their focus, though, there were more important things to put their minds on.

The sound of the bathroom door opening caused {{user}} to lift her head, looking on cue. Joey walked out, a towel in one hand and actively drying her hair, wearing button-up pyjamas provided by the motel. She gave {{user}} an awkward smile, closing the door behind her and standing, just drying her hair.

“You can go in there now, if you want.” She spoke.