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The rotating lights of the police hovercars make their way around the corner as Jean Luc angles Sarah's car surreptitiously out of the car park. "Jean Luc," I settle my back as close as I can into the seat back. "Where are we going to go?"

He checks the rear view mirror, seeing police enter the hospital. Shaking his head, "I don't know. I don't think we can go home."

My thoughts flit to Aaron and Saoirse. "The kids…"

He takes my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "They're okay…. We'll get home."

Wesley speaks up from the back seat, "Do you think we can go back to Yakima?"

Jean Luc shakes his head, "I don't know. I don't think so. People will be looking for us."

"But Jean Luc," he contends. "They're our friends."

"Wesley, I think you know that we're in over our heads." We turn onto the motorway, keeping our speed well within legal range; we can't risk being caught for anything.

"But, Jean Luc," his voice is agitated. "We don't have anywhere else to go. What's even going on?!"

"I don't know, Wesley." He sighs. None of us has any answers. "I don't know whom to trust. I don't know where to go. I just don't know anymore…"

I hear his back hit the leather of the backseat. "Well, we can't just drive indefinitely. We don't have that much money," he begins his list. "Mom's still sick, we're going to be recognized almost everywhere now that we're on FedNews and probably every other news station…"

"I know, Wesley. I know." He, too, is exasperated. "But who is there to trust?"

"What about going to Ellensburg to stay with Sophie? She lives there with her parents. I think she'd help up." He pauses before he continues. "Then we could call Hope and check on Aaron and Saoirse."

Jean Luc shakes his head. "No, Wes, we'd be putting her in danger. God forbid someone recognizes us and calls whoever's looking for us…" His fists slam the steering wheel in a surge of embitterment. "Goddammit! Who the hell are these people?!"

I look in the rear view mirror. Wes' hair is tousled, his eyelids are dropping, and lines of red mark the white of his eyes. He looks smaller now, and vulnerable like a little boy. "I don't know. I've never heard of them. But," he looks lazily out the window before moving back in between us. "Everything makes more sense now."

"Yes," epiphany donning on me as I rub my own tired eyes and momentarily refresh myself. "The EMH, he said that they're everywhere. Who 'they' are, I don't know… But," I turn my torso to regard my son. "Wes, did you see anyone else, anyone, when you went to the Daystom Institute? Who was calling you?"

He hangs his head in thought, "No. No. I didn't see anyone else. Just Savet and Vera – he's the one that greeted me. But, when I was in the dark room with the console, I think it was Jack who was running the experiment." He's quiet at the mention of that name. "Savet was also the one who was writing me and calling me."

"But," Jean Luc adds. "When we told Jack that we'd killed Savet and Vera, he wasn't concerned in the slightest. I'm assuming that Savet and Vera were only the front men."

"Then where," I ask. "Did Jack come in?"

"Well," Wesley gesticulates between us. "Obviously it wasn't just three of them. If that were the case then we wouldn't be on the lamb. The EMH and Seven would have explained the situation… and that would be the end of it."

I sit back again against the chair. "The EMH said they're everywhere. That means they're in Starfleet, at least. And, now that I think about it, they very well could have been involved in that situation involving the both of you that we dealt with not a year ago."

Jean Luc nods in agreement, "Probably. But, I still don't know how we're going to get out of this. We have to get home. We have to get back to our lives. This has to come to an end eventually, but if we're caught… I don't think we're going to be lucky enough to make a second getaway."