Something was motivating me, something I don't know. Normally I don't care about anything like this. If someone is stupid enough to run from the police, then they should be left to their own destruction. This time it's different, something about that girl in the car. How the hell can she drive? Course, who cares, she is. And now I'm following her in the back of a cop car. My own agenda is hidden to me.

I leaned forward and stuck my fingers in the grating the divided me from the throat of the officer driving. Which might sound a little grim, but this will get mighty grim real quickly, so it's alright.

I sit back and ask, "What do you think she's going to do next?"

He turns his head a little and says, "We're not sure..." with an air of annoyance in his voice.

We've managed to catch up to the other three or four officers. Right soon after that, the girl takes a sharp right, cutting across three lanes and speeds down the off-ramp, nearly giving my officer a heart attack. He jerks the wheel and slides down the off-ramp after her.

This is the most anti-climatic car chase I have ever witnessed. Hell, the only one I've been involved in, and it has to be rather bland. Go figure.

Of course she had to get off in a very not nice part of town. Of course it had to be kind of grungy and everything. At least she got off.

She drives around for nearly an hour, all of which isn't important to me, and I gather it must not be important to you. Not like any of this is important to you anyway, but whatever.

She stopped, rather suddenly, in the middle of the street. Yanked her door open, and ran down an alley. OK, this is not my idea of a good time, but once again my unknown motivation got the better of me and I yanked open my door, ran around the car. My wonderful officer opened his door at this point and yelled at me, but I was already running down the alley after her.

I can see her nearing the end of the alley, and I shout after her. "Hey! Stop! Come on!" All in a rather frenzied and tired way.

She turns her head and looks back at me and continues running. Great, alright. "I'm not a fucking cop, alright?!" I shout after her again.

I think that slowed her a bit, and I managed to catch up to her as she was half way down the sidewalk that was at the other end of sidewalk. I run around her and turn in front of her, stopping her in the middle of the rather empty sidewalk.

I lean over, panting softly, my hand on my knees. I look up at her, "What are you running from?"