A/N: I don't know if I'll add another chapter between this and the last or not. But I haven't written another (yet that is) if I do I'll be sure to re-arrange it though. I just began writing and this came out. I was hoping for one or chapters between this and the last though. So we shall see.

The cold had crept into her bones and for a moment she wished to be back in her warm bed. It was unusually cool for a summer night. Cool enough to make her shiver and rethink this decision to not put an overcoat on.

But that would have caused too much noise and most likely woken someone up in a heartbeat. And she could not have that, not now. Kate had to get away as fast as she could, and soon. And knew that she needed to be in Allenstown before morning broke, over fifteen miles away.

She rubbed her eyes, sleepy from the day of work she had been required to do. So she wouldn't come off as suspicious, and the dratted heat. But she'd have to suffer through it until she got on the train. She couldn't go to the nearest station in Laconia, she knew if someone woke up that would be where they would go first. And she couldn't fathom what to do, luckily tonight father wasn't home, so mama would only be able to send Carter out if she found Kate out.

Which meant her getting away. Hopefully.

Holding her shoes in one hand as she shimmied the last couple feet off the house side, she fell backwards into one of the rose bushes. Brambles stuck in her hair as she tussled her way out, clawing at the leaves as quietly as possible with some effect.

Finally scrambling free she shook off some of the wilted leaves that had fallen on her, picking up the sack of her possessions. Though she couldn't see her wristwatch in the dim light, no matter how well adjusted her eyes had become by now, she knew it was only at most three-quarters past eleven. She had seven and a half hours to walk to Allenstown and meet the seven twenty train to Exeter. If she were lucky, to make it there in time that was.

The grass was wet with dew, and the moisture seeped through her stockinged feet quickly. She scurried across it, trying to come to the gravel drive as quickly as possible. She made her way down the road fast, stopping at the end, to where the hummingbird bushes were on either side, she hid behind one and stuffed her damp feet into the boots, buttoning them up as best as possible in the moonless darkness.

She picked up the sack, as heavy as she had allowed it to become. She knew she couldn't bring much, but she had brought as much as she thought she could. She didn't know how long it would be before she came back, she turned around to take one last glance. Though it seemed useless since there was no light to see.

Deciding not to keep herself any longer from starting out on her true journey, she turned around and began walking forward, turning left towards where the road dissected with another which led towards Allenstown.
She was all alone now.

The headlights blinded her by the time she was halfway down the dirt road her house lay on, she scrambled into the trees quickly, hiding the the foliage. Hoping the driver of the passing car would not notice her.

She knew it was her father, he was the only for an entire mile to own a car. And her convictions was confirmed as he passed, his solemn look made her feel even more sure of herself and what she was doing.

Once the car had disappeared around the bend she waited a few moments, and when she was sure it wouldn't turn around to come back she got up from where she was crouched, and set out once again.

The walking was hard on her legs, and they tired out by the time she stumbled into Chichester, skirting the village she had been through often, knowing that her stumbling into the main thoroughfare at three in the morning could by chance draw too much unwanted attention. And it might help all the more in her parents finding her. That would not do.

As she walked her sack seemed to get heavier, and her stomach emptier and she began to rub at her eyes. She did not know how she would carry on, her legs feeling leaden. But she knew she had much more to walk and she had to do it with good speed to make it to Allenstown in time to catch the train.

On and on the country stretched ahead of her, and most of the time she walked not on roads, but through wood groves and fields. She knew where she was going, she had been to Allenstown quite enough. But it was quite different in the daylight than now. And the shadows of night were frightening to the soul.

She said her prayers inwardly, hoping God would protect her in her journey as she looked around fearfully. Her stockings had not dried yet, instead they were making the soles of her feet sticky.

Deciding to stop for a rest was either a good or bad thing, bad that was if she did not get going when she should. But she had made a plan and been preparing for this for over a month. So she stopped underneath a tree along a dirt road, she tried warming her hands in the dress she wore, it was unusually cool for a night in mid July.

Drawing open her sack, and Kate proceeded to riffle through the contents. Coming up with a package with cheese and bread inside, and a flask of water. She took small bites, savoring the taste and refreshment. Only eating half, knowing she had to conserve it until she got to Exeter and could use some of the little money she had to spare. The rest would have to go towards her tickets.

As she packed up and began walking again she thought all would go well. Until suddenly a cat darted out from two trees in front of her, Kate gave a small shriek, and then slapped a hand to her mouth and hoped no one had heard her in the quiet dark night.

Allenstown could not come fast enough for her, neither could sunrise.