The First Escape
Millers’ account of his first escape was clear and vivid in his mind like it was just the other day. He raced for the back door and was out of the center before anyone noticed. The experience from his first escape would be helpful in the future because he would be back again.
He went straight to the one place he had in mind; the train station. He got on the train and rode it to its last destination, as he always wanted to do. In the end, the train made its way west, and Miller ended up around Washington, D.C.
