You rip off your jacket and press it to Phillip’s side to stop the bleeding. With him slumped against you, you half run, half stumble to the nearest house. There’s no time to waste now. You kick the door in and a scream rings out, shattering the stillness of the night. You’ve walked in on a couple having dinner. As you tie and gag them, you consider your options. There was a car in the driveway. You can load it up with whatever liquor wasn’t broken in the crash and sell it. But then you consider the relentless pursuit of the cops. If they find you here, the couple would make good hostages. You might even be able to negotiate your escape.