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Andrea walks back to her room and begins to pack. She knows she has to travel light, but she wants to bring a few essential items with her. She doesn’t know what will happen, but she has several plans ready. She glances at the small pile of items on her bed: some paper bags, some granola bars, a candle, some string, a warm hat, a few pieces of metal, a syringe, and a paperclip. She wishes she still had the small gun, but Andrew’s guards took it when she arrived at the mansion. She lies down, but can’t sleep. She tosses and turns, imagining all the ways the plan could go wrong. Eventually, her worrying exhausts her, and she falls into a deep sleep. When she wakes, it’s late morning. Without Andrew’s mistresses, the mansion is quiet and calm. She nervously picks at her yogurt and fruit, an