In the early morning of the third day of the new year, Harry, Marv, and Kevin were just getting ready to leave. To Marv's surprise, Kevin had been able to sleep through the night. He was awake, but still laying down on the pull out mattress. Marv shook Kevin lightly, "Come on, pal. Time to get up."
"No," Kevin turned away, curling more into the blankets.
"You've slept for twelve hours," Marv said.
"Leave me alone," Kevin reached out to the bed leg, holding onto it.
He heard Harry call out, "Marv! I've got the car started!"
Marv sighed, and knew he would have to take Kevin out by force. He reached out to his waist and pulled. Kevin hung onto the furniture as strongly as he could, but it was useless. Marv was stronger. Once he picked up Kevin, he started crying.
"Hey," Marv said lightly, "Don't be upset. We're not going to Canada forever."
Kevin bent his head, shaking and crying harder. Marv took a smaller blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, since they were going inside of a cold van. He hoped it would comfort him a little, since Marv knew talking to him wouldn't help. Kevin, ashamed of crying so much, tried his best to calm himself as Marv carried him to the van.
Marv sat Kevin in the backseat. He crawled to the seat on the very left, behind the driver's seat, so he wouldn't have to interact with Harry. He was still mad at the man for various things, being scared with a gun was at the top. Kevin stayed quiet and to himself as Harry started to drive North. Kevin expected them to talk amongst themselves, but they were quiet. Had something happen between them? Marv was looking out his door window, and Harry was keeping his eyes on the road. Music played in the background, loud enough for the silence not to be so evident.
Kevin looked out the window for the most time. He was to afraid to try anything to escape again, so he remained motionless. It wasn't all that boring, looking out the window while listening to songs. He tried to picture himself on a road trip with his family.
Several hours later, they stopped in a scenic part in Wisconsin to fill up. Marv looked back to see if Kevin was about to try anything, but he had fallen asleep against some pillows that were packed. With Kevin not listening, Marv caught Harry's arm before he exited the van to pump the gas.
"Harry," Marv said, "Before we go any further… I just want to say I'm sorry. I don't want it to be like this."
"Like what?" Harry said, "Everything is fine."
"I'm sorry I called you an asshole. I went to far," Marv said. He was always the first to apologize, even in situations where he did nothing wrong. Marv held his breath as he waited for an answer.
"I'm… it's fine. I guess I was on edge with the whole thing," Harry sighed.
"I get it."
Harry said, "This whole thing… it's so frustrating. This was worst than my divorce."
"Hey, look at the bright side," Marv said, "We've got tons of cash, and we're going to Canada. Once we know our territory, who knows? We can rob a couple of places. People up here are so trustworthy they leave their doors unlocked."
Harry smiled, but only a little, "Yeah… I guess you're right." Harry opened the door, starting to leave the van, until he turned back to Marv for a split second, "Yeah, and I'm sorry for smacking you." Then left.
Marv was surprised that Harry actually apologized, even if it was short. They both knew, deep down, that they could only depend on each other now since they were going away from family and friends. Marv thought to himself, this must be how Kevin feels.
After reaching Minneapolis, they stopped and switched. Kevin woke up, starting to look around the surroundings.
"Are we going to stop for food, eventually?" Marv asked with a whining in his voice.
"I changed my mind," Harry said, "Lets rent a motel room for a few hours so we can recoup. It's too risky to go out and public while we're still in the country."
They had repeated the process for the next two days, until they had finally reached the Canadian border. It was boring, and dull, but it was better than being sitting ducks in Chicago. Kevin stayed silent for the whole time, his face contorted in deep thought. Marv tried to get him to talk, worried that he had become depressed, but all he got back from Kevin was one-worded answers if he didn't ignore him in the first place.
Kevin felt helpless. Everything he had done since Christmas Eve to defend himself had been futile. He spent so much energy setting up his house, too. He didn't want to believe yet that his mother had truly decided to get rid of him. His heart wouldn't let him believe it.
As the van pulled away from the border check, Marv sighed in relief, "Finally. We're home free."
"What do you mean?" questioned Harry, "We still got to find a secluded area to hide out in. You never know, we could still be caught in Canada."
"Are we illegal immigrants if we do that?" Marv asked, "We're here on a tourist visa."
"Yes," Harry said, "Fake tourist visas. That don't have our real names. Stop worrying, we're fine… until we find a place to stay at."
"Well, what are we going to do for today?" Marv said, driving in the early morning of the third day, "We can't sleep in our van again. We've done it twice."
"And what not?"
"It's uncomfortable," Marv looked back at Kevin, who, like always, was starring out the windows at the trees, "Right, Kevin? You agree with me?"
Kevin, without taking his view of the beautiful Canadian nature, shrugged. Marv sighed, "Well, maybe we can find a nice hotel to stay at."
"What?" Harry said.
"I mean, we got cash, so we can just pay them without having a personal credit card on file. You know?"
"Oh, yeah, that sounds great," Harry commented, "Then we can order room service and then go sight seeing. Maybe call up some hookers while we're at it."
"Alright," Marv caught onto Harry's sarcasm with the last sentence. "Ha-ha. It was just a suggestion."
Harry frowned, "As much as I wish we could, Marv, we can't. It's too risky."
"Yeah, I guess," Marv said, "But uh do you know where we're going? Do you have a plan in mind?"
"I figured we go do the motel thing again," Harry said, speeding up a little on the freeway, "I can do some asking around when I go out to get us food."
They drove a couple hours towards British Colombia, and stopped at a motel that was homier looking. Inside, Kevin immediately went for the bed, grateful to be in one. He hated sleeping in the van.
"Alright," Harry said to Marv, inside the motel room, "You stay here with the kid, I'll go out and ask a few questions about the area. I'll be back in an hour or two."
"Okay." Marv said. Harry left, leaving Marv and Kevin alone.
Kevin was completely ignoring everything around him, feigning sleep. He hoped to fall asleep, so he could have sometime away from the hell. Marv went over to his bedside, and called out to him. Kevin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and turned on his back. "What?"
"Are you feeling okay? Just wanted to make sure you're not coming down with something."
"Fine," Kevin answered, rolling back over.
Marv caught him before he turned his back, "Hold on, I'm not finished."
"Oh my god, leave me alone!" Kevin shoved Marv away, clearly upset at Marv annoying him. He couldn't tell if he was genuine or not, but Kevin assumed he was just faking concern to get on his good side again. He didn't actually care.
"You haven't been talking in the last couple of days," Marv pointed out.
"You don't care!" Kevin said, "You just want me to feel helpless all the time."
"Of course not, don't accuse me of that!"
"It's true," tears ran down Kevin's face, "When you took me to the lake, you wanted me to feel scared and hopeless. Even when you came to my door to rob my house, you were doing the same thing. Taunting me outside the door."
"Kevin-"
"Go away," Kevin hid his face, turning his back to Marv. Marv did as he said, unwilling to argue with him since he made him so guilty. Marv watched the television at a low volume as Kevin stifled his cries and passed out.
Kevin refused to eat when Harry came back, but it went unnoticed as Marv and Harry discussed their next plan of action. "The lady at the store I went to, she tells me she's an urban explorer. She goes to like abandoned places and what not and takes pictures. Anyway, she told me of this town called Kitsault."
"Kitsault?" Marv questioned the name.
"Yeah, like 'kit' like a pack of supplies, and 'sault' like that goes with pepper. It's over in British Columbia. Two days trip."
"Ugh," Marv said, "Are you serious? What's so great about Kitsault?"
"It's completely abandoned," Harry explained, "100 some houses, a whole town center. Gone. No one there except bears."
"…What?" Marv questioned.
"Yeah. It was a town just for miners or something like that. When the industry declined, so did the town and people left it as it was. I was thinking we could break into the homes and sell whatever valuables are left over. It's only been abandoned for a decade or so, so the stuff isn't that aged."
"That's creepy," Marv commented, "A town left as is and no one is there? That's the recipe for a horror movie."
"Oh, what are you, afraid?" Harry teased, "You're afraid of a few empty buildings?"
"Shut up," Marv muttered.
Google "Kitsault" and look at the beautifully abandoned town. I didn't make this shit up, there is a town in British Colombia, Canada, that was completely left as is. It's insane, and has been recently bought by an American millionaire for redevelopment. I thought it would make for a good setting, because it is both charming, mystical, and mysterious, just like the Home Alone films.