Chapter 3.3 Emily was a gazelle, racing for her life against the bloodthirsty pack of lions that followed in hot pursuit. Her apartment was only around the corner, but she wouldn't be able to lose them with speed alone. She pivoted on her feet, turning left at the three-way intersection towards her home. She her boots slid under the blanket of snow slightly, but she caught herself before she could fall. And two doors down, she saw a strange sight. The door to her apartment was left wide open. Under normal circumstances, Emily might've been startled at this sight, but in her current situation, it was a blessing. She didn't stop once she ran inside: with a hurried and panicked air, she slammed the door and locked it. Panting outside hinted at the state of the three officers. Emily peeked through the blinds to see the guards looking down. Footprints in the snow led straight to her door. Even inside, she took note of the thawing flakes of ice on the hardwood floor. If she wasn't scared before, she was now. But outside, something else was developing. The guards shouted, prompting Emily to peek outside again. It was Baltimore, face to face with the armed warriors. And as he ran with all three men in tow, she giggled at the karmic justice. 'Better him than me' she thought. Emily turned back to the living room adjoined with a simplistic kitchen. Everything was in order, no lights were on. It was strange: it seemed like no one was home. The door was left wide open. Maybe her sister went out? She dismissed the thought, knowing Sofia was smart enough to to come back home when she felt she was in danger. She didn't want to jump to conclusions just yet. She looked to the coffee table. The compass was gone. It was mysterious, even baffling. But her concern was directed to her sibling, or lack thereof. She crept around her home, wood creaking under every step. The stairway up was dark, but she bowed her head over the railing to try and see regardless. "Sofia?"