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Debra knew better than to argue with a man with a gun. She let him lead her out the door and onto the sidewalk. It quickly became clear he hadn't really thought beyond taking her hostage. He was glancing up and down the street for a way out, but there were people everywhere. She took his confusion as a opportunity and ran. Instead of taking off in the other direction or ducking into some waiting car, he ran after her.

"Debra!" he called.

Shit, she thought. How the hell does he know my name? She tried to kick it up a notch, glad she had spent the last couple years regularly visiting the gym.

"Debra, get back here! Milo told me you'd try to run!"

Milo? How the fuck does he know Milo? She was beginning to really worry. Milo was her brother. He'd gotten into some weird shit a few years back, but she was pretty sure he'd cleaned up. She began to think maybe she was wrong.

"It's no use! I'm going to catch you."

He's right, she thought. Time for a change in plan. She had been running toward her brother's house, but judging by the odd turn of events, she no longer believed that to be a good idea. He was involved in this somehow. While she was trying to think of a new direction to take, she stopped paying as much attention to the sidewalk in front of her. She ran directly into someone. More than that, she practically tackled him. Her mistake was more than her pursuer needed to close the gap between then. She gave the man underneath her an apologetic look, jumped up, and put her hands in the air. She feared for her life, but trying to run again was futile.

"Please, don't shoot me. Just tell me what's going on."

"Shoot? Debra, please. I just wanted to say thank you for last night."

"Thank you? Are you crazy? How the hell do you know my name? And Milo's?" He wants to thank me? she thought. This man is a lunatic.

"I work with your brother. He said we might make a good match. He told me you fled from relationships, but Jesus. I had no idea it was this bad." Confusion spread across Debra's face. All these people here, is he just covering his ass?

"But.. the gun?"

"You mean this?" He held up an umbrella. "Weather report called for rain this morning." He glanced at the sky. "Looks like they were wrong. Again."

"What about what you said? About coming with you, and not saying a word?" He had definitely made it seem like it was a gun.

"I uh.. I was trying to be spontaneous. You know, romantic. Milo said you liked that kind of thing. That's why I didn't tell you I knew him, that he set this up. Thought maybe it would spoil the fun."

Knowing there was no gun, Debra finally felt herself loosen up a little. Until she realized one tiny little detail. "Then why in god's name did you chase me all the way down the street? I thought you were trying to kill me!"