Naomi looked around the Pub, the only thing she could think to do was to run away, and out of the pub door, she exited. Vance sober instantly, quickly following behind her. He finds Naomi out in the parking lot, pacing and talking out loud to herself.
“Who is he? Who is he? God, I’m so scared! Could he be the kidnapper?”
“Naomi? Naomi? He called out to her. "What are you doing out here?” Vance asked.
“Don’t come any closer. I’ll run away again,” she says in a panic voice.
“Naomi, it’s me, Vance.” Hating to admit it, but he was actually trying to get her to calm down and come to her senses.
“Yes, your husband, Vance. But who are you?” She asked, full of fear.
"Vance." He says again.
“Vance?” She repeats softly but suspiciously.
“Yes, I’m not going t
