Well, you're on the lam, anyway, but you remember that you really should have taken care of that person you locked in your basement. Of course, you reflect, maybe you ought to have just never put them there but, well, you chose this. Rather than check in, you decide to keep moving. With one person out to kill you and the authorities likely already on your tail, you don't have the luxury of stopping anymore. You stay on the run, always on the run, never escaping or being caught, never never waking up from this dream of dangerous infamy.