It's nighttime and a car rushes through the road. Inside, Emily sleeps, restless. Mrs. Fremont looks back at her daughter, with a look of sadness in her eyes.
"Look at her, Martin. She looks so peaceful, like the sweet and innocent little girl she was after all this happened."
Martin looks through the mirror at his daughter. "She was tired, Lydia. Besides, while she's sleeping, she isn't scared."
Lydia sighs. "What will we do from now on, Martin? We can't go back to our old lives. The money in our bank accounts isn't limitless. How will we survive?"
"I don't know."
Lydia nods. After a while, a motel is seen in the horizon.
"Let's stop here, get some rest." Lydia suggests.
"Are you sure? You are always saying how motels are dirty and unsanitary." Martin says, surprised – almost amused.
"It's not like we have a choice." Lydia throws back – dry.
The car turns to the motel and stops by the parking lot. Lydia gets out and opens the back door, grabbing Emily, who wakes up.
"Where are we, mommy?" She says, looking around.
"At rock bottom."
"Hum?" Emily replies, rubbing her eyes, still sleepy.
Lydia looks to Emily and laughs with no joy. "Nothing, sweetie. We just need to rest for a while."
"Okay, mommy." She replies, closing her eyes.
"You wait here while I go to book us a room, okay?" Martin says.
"Okay. Just don't take too long." Lydia pleads.
"I won't." Martin replies and then he walks away.
Lydia looks from him to the sky - cloudy. Not a single star shining in the night. She sighs.