[ Well, that's a fair concern, really. Bruce is clearly not one who wants to be found, and now here he is, stuck with a wanted man in his bed. His mouth quirks wryly at the corner. ]

Mostly luck, if I'm being honest. I know these woods pretty well, but by the end it was guessing and hoping.

[ There was prayer involved as well, but he isn't going to mention that. ]

Those who were after me will have some trouble catching my trail; they shouldn't be able to hunt me down before tomorrow, at least.

[ He hesitates a moment, fingers working uncomfortably against the bed before he adds: ]

I'm not a criminal. This is... It's very complicated.