"Don't you think we've gone too far?" Philip worriedly asked as they ran.
"Err… Too far?" Waldo repeated. To justify his multiple trips to the bathroom, he had forced himself to cram food down his already overloaded stomach, then pretend like he was not already past his limit. It wasn't too bad when he was walking, but right now, as he tried to run, it felt as if his entire stomach was tumbling around inside him.
"Luke did save Justina and me from the casino's men regardless, and he knows Edward too. What if he really wants to help?"
"Z said that the enemy is too powerful. We cannot take any risks right now. Don't worry; he's not in any real danger. The cops will soon realize that they were mistaken, and he's not a fugitive. What we need to do now is to get away from this place before that happens!"
Waldo pushed the door open.
"Wait, that's the second floor," Philip reminded him.
