With a calm resignation to her fate, Hermione climbed out of bed, hastily put her shoes on, and began a search of the room for something to use as a weapon. It was not the first time that she had been confronted by danger while on the run and it was certainly not going to be her last. That is, unless it was her last and if it was, she was strangely all right with that idea. One could only run for so long with a plan that was nothing but keep running.