The company proceded to travel along the road less taken. For the past few days they had driven over 600 miles. Even though they didn't bring much cash, it was no problem getting by.

I mean, having a person with you that has the ability to manipulate molecular structure? Useful, to say the least. Water was turned into gasoline, one dollar bills into hundreds, all it takes is a quick wave of the hand.

The group just kept traveling, mile after mile. No one knew where exactly they were going. No one wanted to ask either, because the answer is fearful. Where would they be safe? The answer to that would be no where, Maria thought to herself as she gazed out the window. She realized this was her life now. Running, hiding. It would be hard to assume that they would ever be safe enough that they could settle down. Maybe if they traveled to some small slavic country in the eastern hemisphere.

It was at this moment when Maria noticed tears falling from Liz's eyes. Up until now, Liz had a constant smile on her face. She was sure about what she was doing. She was leaving her family and home; that was okay.

"Liz, Liz sweetie what's wrong?"

Liz gazed at her. "I'm thinking about my parents. They'll think I just packed up and left with Max just because. They'll never know what happened."

"I know honey. But it's all for the best, you know? At least they'll think your safe with Max happy. Probably in Cancun living it up on the beach. Not on the run from the law." Maria chuckled.

Liz sniffed back her tears. After a few moments, Maria said, "Liz, maybe you could send them a letter or soemthing. Explaining everything if it means so much to you."

Liz shook her head. Her dark hair swung sadly, like a willow tree. "No. That would be too hard, and sudden. I just couldn't do it."

The girls sat in silence for a few minutes as they listened to Michael and Max's conversation.

"I'm telling you man, we'll be safe in Canada." Michael told Max as he swerved around a pot-hole.

"You're only saying that because you like Canada's hockey teams." Max answered.

"Whatever dude. I'm telling you. They think we're in Mexico, we'll be chilling with the Canucks." Michael then changed into a falsetto voice, "Oh Michael, you're so smart. Let's go, and from now on we'll follow your every order and your every command." Michael laughed loudly at his own joke. Isabel simply rolled her eyes.

"Alright Michael. We'll stay in Canada for a few weeks. If I catch so much as a whiff of danger, we're going to some little town in Europe, okay?"

"Whatever. Ok."

Just then, Liz sat up, like she had just been shocked. "Maria. I know! I'll send my Dad my diary. He'll understand. I have everything written in there. From the Crashdown shooting, from the white room, to Tess. Everything. They can read it, get the whole story, give it to your parents, and then torch it!"

"Max," Liz continued, "Go to the next post office, I've got to mail something."

Thirty minutes later, Liz and Max entered the Wrentham, Massachusetts post office. They metered the package, and paid for it's postage. Needless to say that when the mailman's back was turned the "Postmarked Wrentham, MA 02037" changed to "Postmarked Jasper, TX 74893."

(next chapter, 'settling in')