I stand completely stunned in the middle of Eileen’s living room, watching as she frantically paces about at a speed I can barely even keep up with. She runs over to a closet, grabs a giant duffle bag, and immediately starts shoving her things inside. It’s only in that moment when I snap back to reality and realize what she’s doing.

“Eileen?”

“F*ck! I’m sorry, but you’ve got to go now. There’s a back door through the kitchen that you can take ...