The wind tugged at my hair as I changed gear. I had pinned it so carefully, but this November breeze was having none of it. I shifted my hand on the wheel so I could readjust the pins and prevent the newly dyed hair from slipping out. I wasn't yet used to an open topped car, and considering I was planning to dump it somewhere it was something I didn't worry about too much. I glanced in the mirror behind me. The city had slept as I left it, and would sleep for many hours more. I didn't regret my time there, but I had made my bed so to speak.

Cassandra was watching out of the window. Her dark hair was spilling free from her headscarf, curling underneath the neck of her favourite cotton shirt. She shifted and we shared a glance in the mirror. Her pale grey eyes were tired but trusting, hopeful that our plan wouldn't fail. As I changed gear again to get onto the motorway, she placed her beautiful, worn out hand on top of mine. She knew what it meant for me to leave, and yet without saying a word she had come to terms of her leaving too. I grinned at her, my red lipstick turning me momentarily into a Cheshire cat. She smiled slowly back; it wasn't something she was accustomed it yet but she would be. 5 hours left on the road but we could do it.

Well, that was until I saw the red and blues in the rear view mirror.