The sun was at its zenith when Aaron woke, and he hardly felt rested at all. He lay in bed for a time, staring at the curtains over window and lamenting his hopeless situation. What was he to do? What if this really kept going? What about school and his hopes for his future and...?
He choked back tears and sat up. He couldn't think that far ahead right now, and he couldn't just lie there and await the sick pleasures of some vile, monstrous creature. He had to do something! Had to run, to hide, to find a weapon that would actually make a difference.
London. He could go stay with his uncle in London! There was no way Emil could track him that far and find him in a city that big! His hopes flaring, Aaron scrambled out of bed and grabbed his phone. He found his uncle's number and held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he hastily dug his suitcase from his closet and started throwing clothes into it. He would need a train ticket. It would be expensive at such short notice, but his parents' deaths and the lawsuit surrounding the entire affair had at least left him with the means to make a life for himself; he could afford it for such an emergency.
Of course, first he had to try and convince his uncle to let him stay. The man was - unsurprisingly - suspicious of Aaron's urgency. He had to promise over and over again that he was not in any kind of legal trouble. In the middle of the conversation, however, there was a firm knock on Aaron's apartment door. He asked his uncle to wait and went to open it, feeling understandably anxious.
He found police at his door, and the shock and worry was written on his face. "Are you the tenant of this apartment?" one of the officer's asked.
"Y-yes, sir."
"Did you know Ms. Jill Anderson next door?" The man's tone was flat, all business.
Aaron blinked. "N-no, sir. I suppose I may have seen her in passing, but I wasn't even aware that was her name." He had a terrible sinking feeling. "Why? What's happened?"
"Ms. Anderson was murdered last night, sir. Would you happen to know anything about that?"
Aaron had to lean on the doorframe to steady himself. "I.... I-I don't know if it... would be connected, but... s-someone attacked me three nights ago, but I didn't see them at all." He left out that they had returned last night. Perhaps it was wrong, but saying so would probably mean he'd be taken into the station, questioned, and then it would be too late to run. He had to make the most of the daylight.
The officer frowned. "That might be a long shot. We will keep looking into this and we'll be back if we need your statement."
Aaron bit his lip. If he left, they'd think he was running. "Um... W-well I might be leaving today, actually. I can give you my contact information. I'm going to stay with family over winter break."
The officer's frown deepened, but he nodded. Information was given, and Aaron returned to his phone call. Now, he could inform his uncle that there was something really frightening going on and that his next door neighbor had just been murdered. He was frightened and needed to get away until all of this was settled. At last, his uncle agreed and Aaron was back to running around his house, packing everything he could fit into a single suitcase and a small travel bag. He of course brought his laptop as well, but that had its own bag.
And so, hoping he hadn't forgotten anything, Aaron turned off everything in his apartment, locked the door, and took a taxi to the train station. He would be on the train overnight, but being in a moving vehicle hour and hours away was probably safer than anywhere else he could be at night.