Tosha slowly walked towards the back of the couch with the pistol, aiming towards the broken table. She scanned the room for Trevon, unaware he was hiding behind the edge of the couch furthest from her.

His heart was beating so fast he thought she could hear it. "It's now or never," he muttered. Suddenly, he tackled her from the side by surprise, knocking her to the floor and slamming her head with a loud thud, the pistol once again knocked away from her. The blow did nothing to deter her - she effortlessly pushed Trevon off and onto his back. He knew he could not hold her down, so he got up and made a mad dash to the front door. He could not avoid stepping on the sharp debris spread out all over floor. The searing pain from his bloody feet wasn't enough to stop him from swinging the front door open and jumping off the porch. He scurried down the sidewalk with the look of a crazed man, ignoring the blazing San Diego sun.

The tail end of the robe flew behind him as he sprinted barefoot as fast as he could. Everything he passed was a blur. The fear he felt convinced him Tosha was in hot pursuit even though she was nowhere in sight. He quickly cut between two houses and jumped the wooden fence in the backyard, landing in a small dirt alley that led towards downtown.

Finally deciding he was safe, he stopped running and walked slowly through the gravel, trying to ignore the pain throbbing through his bare feet. He looked behind see if anyone was following, cringing as he walked on the side of his feet to avoid rocks. The pain was so intense that he didn't realize he was neither sweating nor tired, even though he ran like a mad man in the blistering heat with a thick robe on.

"I can't believe I'm out here, half-naked in a robe and underwear and no goddamn shoes on my dirty ass, cut up feet," he said with disgust. He approached the end of the alley leading towards Broadway Blvd of downtown.

Next to the alley was a convenience store that Trevon regularly visited for cigarettes. The long stretch of road and high structures brought relief to him. Trevon walked towards a pay phone in front of the store.

"What the hell did she mean by 'Doe Dilly?'" he wondered.

As he picked up the phone, he had a weird feeling but didn't know why. He then realized there were no cars moving on the street and no one out on the sidewalks, or anywhere. There were no trolleys, buses, or any activity indicative of the busy nature of downtown San Diego. "What the fuck is going on? Shit," he exclaimed. "It looks like a damn no-mans out this sum bitch." He put the receiver down, wrapped himself in his robe, and started walking up the sidewalk. As he walked, it occurred to him it was daylight outside.

"Damn, how long was I sleep?" he asked, as he peered through the window of a liquor store. It was eerily serene and quiet, but from the way the sun lit up the sky, Trevon guessed it was early in the afternoon. He wandered up the sidewalk peering through the windows of several parked cars and federal buildings. "Ain't nobody on the street, inside these buildings, nothing! Ain't even no pigeons or bums on the street!"

He ascended the stairs of the YMCA and tried to open the glass doors to no avail. There were no security guards inside or anyone at