Run; They'll find you
*BOOM BOOM BOOM* Someone is knocking on the door to your flat.
"LET ME IN!" The voice sounds familiar. "Not by the
hair of my chiny-chin-chin!" You shout. But the knocking
continues.
There is nothing you can do . . . you high-tail it to Mexico. For many
years you lay low, convincing yourself that it was all a bad dream.
That's right, just a bad dream . . . nothing happened, it's all you
imagination. . . yeah, yeah, that's it.
