He slipped through the night, from one shadow to the next, trying to escape the enemy's ever-present eye. He was very glad to be off the ladder, but knew he was far from safe.
He paused in a doorway, catching his breath. He thought he would much rather be in some quiet office job, typing and filing, than running for his life yet again! But his mind immediately berated him for his inconsistency, and he knew that he loved his job, regardless.
He moved on through the city, hiding in doorways: first a grocery, then a shoe store, here a luggage shop, there a hat shop.
He finally reached the airport. He felt in his pocket for the locker key, and, finding it, opened the locker and pulled out his meager luggage.
Now to get a ticket. He desperately wished he could get a ticket HOME, but knew it was impossible, until his mission was complete. He looked at the flights getting ready to depart, and finally settled on the one that was going to be landing not too far away, so he could double back when they weren't expecting him.
He approached the ticket counter.