Sallin has been scheming a plan for weeks and is very confident in her decision. She was in a hurry, but it wasn't because of the time on the clock. Packing up the duffle bag involves many essentials, such as skin and hair products and random outfits. Just for a little while.
She took at least three pills with the same dosage. Knowing the side effects of rocuronium, a drug that can cause you to be paralyzed, she was on the move, hoping she could make it out before it kicked in. It was an early morning—maybe seven a.m. This was her getaway ticket, and she was taking it.
Examining her surroundings one more time before leaving her brothers But she was sure Joseph, the second-youngest, could take her place. She sent out a note to give him a heads-up but didn't give out her plan.
She was packaged up, layered with two bags and three jackets, purposefully. Being down the street in five minutes was a big accomplishment for her, and it gave her more hope than before. It was finally in motion—her plan to get out. Since she didn't know where she wanted to end up, she roamed on the sidewalk until the rocuronium finally took over her brain.
Sallin fainted and passed out after a brutal blow to the head. Thirty minutes was all it took since she only took about three within six minutes.
Citizens must have spotted her on the sidewalk as she collapsed near the Sullivan County Memorial Hospital. Perfectly, just where she needed it to be.
Within an hour, she eventually came back to her senses, although she still felt woozy. She rose from the hospital bed. The strangers had registered it just for her. Even though her body wasn't fully present yet, she still hopped out of the hospital after getting herself out of the hospital gown.
She was layered back to how she was before ending up at the hospital, far away from home.
Except this time, she had one of the jackets around her waist. She had tickets to the airport for her flight, which was in two hours—enough time for her to get there.
"Maryland, Baltimore, please," she said as she gave away the ticket at the front desk. The talk was very small since she wanted to get out of Missouri as soon as possible. She smiled and rushed off quickly while tying her wavy black hair into a ponytail for comfort. She was about to be crowded with many people.
The ride was not what she had in mind, or at least not what most people would say about it. If irritation was a person, she gave a clear definition. She didn't know which one was more annoying: the middle-aged woman falling asleep on her or the man watching a football game off of the back of someone else's seat and screaming when seeing a touchdown.