"Help!" yells Buddy.  "Help!"

    Jon the cop, who's right outside, hears Buddy's call for help.

    As you're running out the door, Jon the cop is running in.

    You catch him by surprise with a swift kick to the crotch.

    Jon drops to the floor in pain as you run like hell down the street.

    You're almost across the street when Jon the cop bursts out the door of Christy's, his gun already out of it's holster.

    He aims and just keeps firing at you 'til he runs out of bullets.

    You just continue running with the bag of donuts over your shoulder as damn near every pedestrian around you drops to the ground clutching various part of their bodies in pain.

     You run all the way back to Poppy's house.

    Entering through the basement door, you quickly make your way to the back of the basement and then crawl on your hands and knees through the secret passage to the boathouse.

    Once safely in Vermont, you take a minute and catch your breath.

    ...And then you open the bag of hard-earned booty, and feast.

    You may not have much in this world -- and now maybe you're a fugitive from the law -- but right here beside you is a bag full of hope.

    And you're ready to start again.