MOTEL NIGHTMARE: They Hunt Us at 2AM – Our ESCAPE Begins NOW! VIDEO

Emma's breathing deepens. She's fallen asleep on my shoulder.

Sam breathes quietly from the other bed.

I look around the room. Beige curtains, the TV off, the digital clock reading 11:47 p.m.

I can't sleep.

I carefully slide my shoulder out from under Emma. She murmurs something but doesn't wake. I lay her on the pillow and cover her with the blanket.

I stand up. Walk to the window. Pull the curtain aside slightly.

The parking lot is empty. Just our car, under the yellow light of a streetlamp.

Nobody.

I let the curtain fall. Sit in the chair by the door. Place the gun on the nightstand.

Hours pass.

I hear a car engine in the distance. It approaches. Stops.

I grab the gun. Stand up.

The engine shuts off. A door opens. Footsteps on the asphalt.

I look through the peephole.

A man. Dark jacket. Walking toward the motel office.

I wait.

He enters. Light comes on behind the counter. Brief conversation. Then the light goes off and he comes back out.

He gets in his car. Starts it. Drives away.

I exhale.

Sit back down.

Sam turns in bed. The blanket has fallen off. I stand and pull it up to his neck.

—Dad —he murmurs, without waking.

I freeze for a moment. Then return to the chair.

The clock reads 2:14 a.m.

The night is long.

—Jack.

Emma's voice wakes me. I don't know when I fell asleep.

I blink. Dawn light filters through the curtain gap.

—It's almost six —she says. She's sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes.

—Sleep well?

—A bit. You?

—A little.

—You're lying.

—Maybe.

She smiles. A tired smile, but genuine.

Sam's still sleeping.

—I'm getting coffee —I say.

—Safe?

—Gas station at the entrance. Back in ten.

—Jack.

—Yeah.

—Be careful.

I nod. Grab the keys. Leave.

Morning air smells of wet grass. Sky is clear.

Walk to the gas station. Buy two coffees and milk for Sam. Pay cash.

Return to motel. Emma opens the door before I knock.

—All good —I say.

She nods. Hand her a coffee. Sam's awake, sitting in bed, rubbing his eyes.

—Morning, champ —I say.

—Morning, Dad.

Give him the milk. He grabs it with both hands and drinks.

—Shower time —Emma says—. Watch Sam.

—Take it slow.

Bathroom door closes. Water runs.

Sit on bed next to Sam.

—Where we going today? —he asks.

—Somewhere safe.

—Car?

—Yeah.

—Boat again after?

—No. Just car.

—Okay.

Drinks his milk quietly.

Emma comes out of shower. Wet hair, clean clothes from Frank's bag.

—Your turn —she says.

Enter bathroom. Hot water clears my head. Look in mirror.

Dark circles. Several days' beard. But eyes don't look as lost as before.

Come out. Get dressed.

—Ready —I say—. Let's go.

Pack up. Emma carries Sam. I grab gun and documents.

Leave room. Drop key on empty office counter.

Get in car. Start engine.

—Where to? —Emma asks.

—East. Straight until we find somewhere nobody knows us.

Pull out of parking lot. Take east road.

Sun starts warming. Day looks clear.

But Mitchell's shadow and the organization are still out there, somewhere behind us.

I just hope I've bought enough time to reach the east.