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[[Trudy walks away from a motel]]
Trudy: Tired... so very tired. Haven't slept in weeks. The dreams keep haunting me...

[[Trudy walks towards a bus]]
Trudy: But I'm tired of the running, the constant watching my back... the waking nightmare...

[[Trudy takes her ticket from the bus driver]]
Trudy: Every face could be an enemy... FBI, CIA, UGA... even some average Joe turned vigilante... I walk in constant fear of being discovered... recognized...

[[Trudy sits on a bus, looking out the window]]
Trudy: And never have I felt so utterly alone...