Heading towards Nebraska improved after founding a motorcycle. The wind pushed Kate's hair back as she had a death grip around Rath, which would increase every time the speed would go up.

"Slow down, you maniac!" she yelled.

Instead, he stopped.

Slipping off, "Trying to kill us?" she said trying to lose the rubbery feeling in her legs.

He just stared at her as she slipped off their remaining backpack. The other was discarded because of the motorcycle having no cargo rack. Since their supplies were running low and Kate doesn't know how to drive a motorcycle, the choice was easy besides Kate got the sleeping bag.

Staying on Interstate 81, they had stopped on the outskirts of Knoxville, TN for Kate's little tantrum.

"Need help?" he asked as she tried stretching her sore lower back.

"No."

Walking towards her, he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to stare at her back. He lifted up her shirt.

Trying to look over her shoulder, "Don't need your…cold hands."

Massaging her back, the tension slowly went away.

"That was better then sex," she thought.

When he finished, she tucked in her shirt and thought, "I gave up smoking," looking him up and down as he walked back to the motorcycle.

"Thanks," she replied.

He waved his hand without looking back. A gunshot stopped his walking.

Getting on the motorcycle, "Get on," he ordered kick starting the engine.

She didn't have time to slip the backpack on instead she held it between her and Rath. Her head whip lashed back when he twisted the handle bar grip.

They followed the series of gunshots until in the distance they could out a RV surrounded by cars. Rath cut off the engine letting them coast until they could make out dialog.

"Give us the RV and you'll live," they could hear.

The reply was a bullet.

"What will you do?" asked Kate.

"Me? Planning to go around. Let nature sort this out," he answered staring into her puppy dog sad eyes.

"Please for me," she pleaded with such fake cuteness.

"I hope this kills me," he commented turning away, "Get off."

He could swear that giddiness came from her as she got off. The bike shot forward. Reviving the engine up got some attention from the gunmen. Bullets whizzed by him as he started to climb onto the seat. His feet pushed him into the air. His bo staff went to its full length as the bike slammed into one of the gunmen. Landing, he ran left.

The bo connected with skull cracking it. Rest of the ambushers' attention was on Rath, who moving over cars and hitting people. Stopping behind a car and staring over the edge of the hood, he could make out there was four left. Bullets started slamming into making flinching away.

Kate was running towards the action of Rath disbanding the shooters. She witness as four had Rath pinned. Taking the crossbow, she aimed. Pulling the trigger sent an arrow into the leg of one of the shooters.

His scream of pain sent the other three spinning towards Kate's direction. Kate sent a second into the throat of one. One stood up trying to get her in his sights allowing the shooter in the RV to pick him off. The last one just threw his rifle to the ground and ran into the woods.

Getting up, Rath ran towards the one with the arrow in his leg. He attempted to shoot Rath, however Rath's foot pinned the barrel against the car. The bo slapped his arm. Pain was seen in his face. Rath's foot went from the barrel to under the man's chin.

Rath's attention went from the unmoving man to the wreckage from the bike. Jogging for the crossbow was heavy to run, Kate watched as Rath was examining the bike.

Staring at the RV, "Rath."

"Yes, Kate."

"The RV?"

"What about it?"

"Look."

Looking up, Rath saw a rifle barrel pointing at them.

"If you're going to shoot, shoot," he remarked returning his attention back to the bike, "I don't have all day to play chicken."

"Are you crazy?" she whispered out the side of her mouth.

"It can't be salvaged," he commented like he didn't hear her question.

The RV door opened and a man with the rifle stepped out. The barrel stayed on them.

Kate tapped Rath's shoulder still staring at the barrel.

Looking up again, "If you're going to fire, fire," he remarked returning his attention to the unsalvageable bike.

"Steve!" came from inside the RV.

Behind Steve appeared a blonde woman in the doorway.

Over his shoulder, "I told you to stay!" returning his attention to Kate and Rath, "Now who are you?"

Looking up, Rath just stood up, walked in front of Kate, and sat on the trunk of a car with his arms crossed staring at Steve.

"Nemo," he answered.

"Katelin Renee," Kate answered, "this smart ass is Rath Lee."

"Better then being a dumb ass with a rifle," Rath remarked.

"Behave yourself," whispered Kate.

With the barrel still at them, "Why did you help us?" asked Steve.

"Guilt complex," answered Rath.

"Steve, put the gun away," said the blonde stepping away from the RV towards Kate and Rath with her hand out, "Jane Cana."

Taking Jane's hand, "Kate, for short."

"Well, come on in," Jane said turning and walking towards the RV, "You must be hungry?"

"We have our on supplies," said Kate following Jane into the RV.

Steve and Rath stared at each other as Rath walked past Steve to follow Kate inside.

After they sat down, Jane placed bread and butter on the table.

Sitting down, "Where are you headed?" asked Jane.

"Nebraska," answered Kate.

As the women were talking, Rath was slowly eating his buttered bread staring at Steve, who was staring at Kate.