She could see I was freaking out. She tried to calm me down and offer advice, but we both knew that my only options were to turn myself in and suffer months, if not years, of solitary confinement, or to keep playing the game of "catch me if you can." I had all along opted for the latter, and the stakes were even higher now because the charge would no longer be a mere violation of my supervised release: with the evidence from my seized computer in Seattle, the Feds now had plenty of hard evidence of my hacking.