Whatever the particulars of that message were, you're pretty sure they mentioned having some plan to kill you, perhaps as soon as tomorrow. With this in mind, you decide that discretion is the better part of valor, and prepare to get the hell out of there. You pack up quickly but thoroughly. You gather almost everything you need for a life on the lam. Almost. You've arrived at a dirty motel room some eight hours from your home when you realize what you've left behind.