No, she wasn't going to look. What was, she, crazy as well as dreaming?

Maybe she was. Maybe that was it, she'd finally actually cracked, and she was in some psych ward somewhere, she got picked up mumbling on the street and Arthur wouldn't even know where to look for her. But crazy or not, she wasn't crazy enough to loo--

Of course she looked. Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap...

And then she did the only thing she could think of doing: she ran.