Live-action cinematic sequence. A woman tosses her keys onto a cheap motel dresser. A neon sign buzzes outside. Silence. She peeks through the blinds at the empty parking lot. Headlights slowly sweep across the wall. She holds her breath, stepping into the shadows. The car passes without stopping. She exhales, kneels, and slides away an old vent grate. Cut to inside: a glowing blue hard drive and a stack of assorted passports. She shoves them into a backpack and mutters: "Just one more night." She grabs her jacket and walks out.