We have been on the run for the last three years. I don’t know exactly what happened, but Michael and I have been running around Canada, never settling down, or building friendships with the local people. I know we should stop running, but we can’t. Not when our lives were in danger.
It all began when Michael and I first started dating. We were sitting in a bar when Michael noticed two men at a nearby table sneaking glances at us. We didn’t say much about it, bit when the waitress brought out our drinks, she had given us a message that she had written on a napkin.
With that, Michael grabbed my hand and we fled from the bar and straight to his car. Within a few minutes, we were on the highway, with the two strange men chasing us in a Volvo. I turned to Michael and said, “What’s going on?”
Michael said, “Well, I was a secret agent who broke up a gay sex ring three years ago. Those two men chasing us were part of the ring, and they’re here to stop us.”
I gasped, wondering why those men were chasing us. Michael didn’t say much, but he knew what he did was very dangerous and could possibly get him killed. To make a long story short, we were on the run, and we couldn’t stop running until the two men chasing us were either dead or in jail.