With the directions taped on the dash next to the steering wheel, Marv was the one who decided to drive into the abandoned town of Kitsault, Canada, on the fourth day of traveling. He figured since Harry weaved his way through the confusing roads and townships of the foreign country, he'd give him a break. With Harry asleep in the passenger seat, he figured he would talk to Kevin alone while driving down the boring road.

"Kevin?" Marv tried.

"What?" Kevin groaned, keeping his eyes outside.

"Listen, I was thinking," Marv started, "I wanted to say… that I'm sorry about what happened at the lake. I can't officially speak for Harry, but I know he feels bad too. Or at least, I think he does."

"Whatever," Kevin crossed his arms, hoping Marv would stop talking. He didn't want to think about the lake. It had been the most terrifying experience of this whole ordeal, and not to mention the most terrifying experience of his life. He had nightmares of dying painfully by the hands of the criminals, unable to sleep through the rest of the night because of the memories.

"I mean it. I know you don't believe me, but it's true. I've felt guilty over it, especially since you found out the whole thing with your mom."

Yeah, but have you lost sleep over it? Kevin thought bitterly, anger building as he kept speaking. Marv continued, "We weren't thinking right. It was a completely… insane thing to do to you. We're both hot tempered when it comes to being wronged."

"Alright," Kevin finally spoke, "Let's think about who wronged you first. Hint; it wasn't me."

Marv swallowed, remorse flooding his mind, "I told Harry it wasn't a good idea to go in your house with you there."

"You seemed pretty on board with it when Harry told you how bad he wanted to steal my things," Kevin said, "I saw you from my window."

So that's how he bobby trapped his house before we came, thought Marv. "I don't know what else to say. I'm sorry."

"For what?" Kevin asked, emotion devoid from his tone, "For bringing me to the lake and threatening to kill me?"

"Yeah," answered Marv.

"You're not sorry for everything else?" Kevin started to list, "Breaking into my house, flooding it, kidnapping me on Christmas, hurting me, threatening me, yelling at me… did I miss something."

"I never hurt you!" Marv said, "And, to be honest, no, I'm not sorry we took you, you know why? Harry and I got a good lump of your mother's money from doing it, not including the house."

Kevin frowned in sadness. He thought he had the upper hand, but to his dismay, he just lost it. He focused on what was outside the van to distract himself from inside.

"But I am really really sorry for whatever we had done after the initial capture. Okay? Can you at least accept that apology?"

"No, leave me alone."

"Well, what do I have to do so we're at least on common ground?" Marv asked.

"Why are you so concerned? You could kill me and it wouldn't matter."

"Don't say something like that," Marv said, "I am concerned, because I'm afraid you'll fall into some kind of depression."

"Oh," was all Kevin said.

"Contraire to what you probably think, I don't want to ruin your life."

"Nice to know."

Marv sighed. He knew he wasn't getting anywhere with Kevin, so he thought about making small talk to get his mind off of his mother. "At least talk to me about something, I can't get the radio out here and it's so boring driving in silence."

"No," Kevin mumbled, but was left unheard.

"How old are you?" Marv inquired.

Kevin sighed, "Eight."

"That's a nice age," Marv said, "What, are you in second grade?"

"Yeah," Kevin said, his voice a little louder, "I'm missing school right now, I think."

It just dawned on Marv how young Kevin was. He seemed so much older by the way he acted. "I wanted to ask… I didn't know you overheard us from the window… uh, how did you come up with those traps of yours?"

Kevin perked up a little, "I took every thing I thought could hurt someone and put it in places. The micro machines idea I got was when my Aunt Leslie almost tripped and fell when I left them on the floor. Some of the planning was hoping one of you didn't just bust open the doors, since I was downstairs looking out so I could douse one of you in feathers," Kevin let out a small laugh.

"Oh, so that's why Harry was dressed like a chicken," Marv smiled, "Funny."

"I'm sorry about the ornaments, in particular," Kevin became somber, "I've stepped on glass before, so I know what that feels like. You did step on those, right?"

"Yeah," Marv remembered.

"Sometimes I get out of hand," Kevin said, "Or, so that's what I've been told. I was just afraid."

"Okay, well, we don't have to talk about it," Marv said. "I mean, besides all the pain I suffered… the traps were… uh… unexpected. They were clever."

"Thanks," Kevin muttered, "I hope you're still not mad about them, you were going to harm me, weren't you?"

"I… well, not exactly," Marv said, "We didn't know at first if we were going to follow through with what your mom wanted. I was not okay with it, and I don't think Harry was either."

"But say if I didn't set up traps," Kevin started, "Would I be here right now?"

"I don't know," Marv said, his voice sounding guilt-ridden, "If you saw us, yeah. If you just hid somewhere, no."

"Have you thought about what's going to happen in the long-run?" Kevin asked, "I've mentioned this before but you never gave me an answer."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't keep me captive forever," Kevin explained, "What about in ten years from now? I'll be an adult."

"I haven't thought about that," Marv said, "You're a deep thinker for an eight year old, you know that?"

"It's not deep thinking to worry about your future," Kevin frowned, "I don't want to hate you 'cause I know I'll be here for a long time."

"Kevin, you don't have to fear us. I feel really bad about what we did in the last couple days. That was a horrible thing to do to you, and Harry hitting you with the gun… he didn't mean it."

"He doesn't feel guilty."

"Just last night, he said he did," Marv fabricated. At times, it was hard to figure out just what his partner thought. "I swear."

"Whatever," Kevin said, "How much longer until we stop?"

"We should be at Kitsault soon." Marv shook Harry, "Hey, Harry? Wake up."

"Huh? What?" Harry woke up disoriented, sitting up, "What's wrong?"

Marv laughed, "Nothing! I'm just wanna know how far we got."

Harry shrugged, "This is just a straight road through an area. There's no way I can tell where we're at."

"Great," Marv said sarcastically.

In less than ten minutes, they approached a gate at the end of the road. It was rusted, and unlocked. Harry got out and moved the gate so the car could get through, then closed it to make it look like no one was there. They drove a little more until they got to a town.

"Are you sure no one is here?" Marv asked.

"Aren't I always right?" Harry sounded offended, "No one's here. Look at the buildings."

Kevin stared out of the windows, uneasy feeling growing inside of him. Multiple stores, schools, a mall, a swimming pool, and a bowling alley sat in this town. It was all abandoned. Kevin saw the decayed Sears store, and thought of the Sears Tower back home in Chicago. He missed it already. At least this area had less snow, for some reason.

"I don't like this," Kevin told the bandits, "Why can't we find some place else?"

"That's the most I've heard you talk all week," Harry said.

"I don't like it either," Marv said, "But it's secluded, and far away from America."

"Well…" Harry looked down at the map, "It's far away from the mainland. We're near Alaska."

"That's what I meant." Marv said. He started to drive down the roads that had the houses. They were lower-middle class houses, some were even wooden like a knock off log cabin, "Which one are we going to chose?"

"I figure we look to see if there's a generator. Let's start at where the biggest houses are. I want to stay in a nice one."

"Was all the houses left as is?" Marv said, "I don't want to sleep in a bed that's been left alone for ten years. Who knows what kind of bugs it has in those mattresses."

"Neither do I," Harry said, "That's why I got air mattresses."

"Can we please go back?" Kevin asked.

"No," Harry said sternly, then lowered his tone, "It's fine here. No people for miles."

Marv pulled onto a street, braking tightly. They lunged forward in their seats. Harry shot his vision up from his map, "What the hell, Marv!?"

"Look!" Marv pointed out by the side of the road. A large black bear was bumbling along by a tree. Kevin gasped. Harry scoffed, "We're fine, just ignore it."

"I don't want to drive past it," Marv said, "What if it chases us?"

"Let's go back," Kevin whined in panicked tone.

"Shut it, both of you," Harry said, "Do you want me to shoot it?"

"You can't shoot a bear once," Marv said.

"Just keep driving," Harry muttered.

"Fine," Marv said. He pulled into a large brick house, one of the only houses with a garage. Harry got out of the car, and went into the rich-looking house. In less than ten minutes, Harry came back into the car with a smile on his face. "Generator, and everything. It's weird… I tried the water just to see, and guess what? There's plumbing!"

"We fucking lucked out, didn't we," Marv grinned.

Kevin didn't like the look of the house. It was a dark brick, giving it a sinister look. Dried vines ran up the sides. Kevin grabbed his suitcase and followed Marv into the house. He stayed close to him as they walked through the house after the got in after Harry kicked down the side door.

It was eerie. The house was stuck in the seventies, with an old television that was broken and orange furniture. The walls were covered in gaudy, yellow wallpaper. The bedrooms were the same, but whoever lived here took the mattresses. There was nothing in the kitchen, no fabrics left, and certainly no family pictures on the walls.

Kevin went over to the sliding glass door, staring out the window to the forest beneath, the water beyond that, and beyond that the beautiful mountains. How far away was a bear at this moment? He hoped they didn't stay here long.