Tony looked at Michelle, then back at the road. Glancing down at the car radio, he noticed the date and realised that today marked two years. It had been two years since they were forced to disappear and start on a journey that had tested every limit they had. Things weren't any better; they still had no sense of permanence and still lived like everyone they met was out to get them. They had become numb to their situation. The persistent migration and paranoia no longer fazed them. Focusing on staying alive, even if they weren't quite sure why anymore, had been the only thing they could do to lessen the pain of their loss. But still, neither of them could say they were the same or even that they would ever be the same again. They didn't live; they simply existed. Michelle had recovered physically from the attack, albeit slowly; they were able to get through the day without much trouble. But Tony could only describe the sensation within them as hollow. Neither of them spoke as much as they used to. It was a rarity for either of them to smile or laugh, but they got by.

They had travelled hundreds of miles for a place they could call home, but driving around in constant fear of being followed could hardly be considered a road trip. They were somewhere on the outskirts of Virginia now. They'd wondered whether crossing the border to Canada would be wise — not that it would stop anybody from tracking them, but maybe border control could somehow help them. However, it was equally likely that border control was in on it. Maybe they were expecting them, waiting for them to fall into their trap. They couldn't know. Sometimes they dreamed of getting in a plane and flying off somewhere entirely new, giving themselves the fresh start they deserved — the one they'd wanted after leaving CTU. But, realistically, they both knew it was a matter of time before they were caught. They didn't even know what these people wanted with them, whether they were just trying to fulfil a long-overdue hit order or intended to get their information. The thought of the latter scared both of them, and they'd agreed that if it ever got to that point, they would ensure those people never got a word out of them. It was a morbid thought, but at this rate, dying together sounded far more pleasant than the life they were living now.

Michelle furrowed her brow as she stared at the side-view mirror.

"What?" He asked, already knowing and dreading what she was about to say.

She craned her head to take a look out the passenger window. "We have a tail."

He cursed under his breath, his grip tightening.

"The blue Buick?"

"Yeah." Michelle nodded.

Their calmness was almost eerie; they were far too prepared and mechanical about this. Tony bit his lip, looking at the GPS for a detour they could take. Their usual tactic for losing tails was either driving into busy traffic or taking the nearest exit off the highway, but they were on an isolated country road. Michelle was already grabbing the pistol from their glovebox, ready to fire behind them if need be.

As they prepared for the worst, the car inched closer behind them. They braced themselves for the first ram. His stomach lurched as the weight of the sedan shoved them forward. Tony tried to regain control of the steering wheel, but they swerved a little when they were hit again. He looked around them, wondering if they could drive off the gravel road and take refuge in some bushes, but the terrain on either side was quite steep; it would be suicide. Both of them hunched forward as the glass of the back windscreen shattered. Michelle quickly fired two shots through the gap, but judging by the sound, they only nicked the hood of the car. She took cover as they returned fire, wincing a little as a bullet made its way perfectly between them into the front windscreen. Michelle tried to shoot again, but her eyes widened when she pulled the trigger and was met with the sound of a click, not feeling the recoil of a bullet firing.

"I'm out." She said worriedly.

"There should be more clips in the glovebox."

Michelle opened the compartment, frantically pilfering around for what he was referring to, but to no avail. She looked up at him and shook her head.

His eyes widened. He tried to think about where they might have any other ammunition or guns but was interrupted by the sound of a bullet puncturing their back tyre. He gripped the wheel tightly to remain in control. The screeching of rubber against the road pierced his ears. Tony felt her hand touch his forearm, and when he saw the defeated look in her eyes, he nodded slightly. Slamming on the brakes, the car rotated ninety degrees as they skidded to a stop some distance away from their tail. Whatever happened now, it didn't matter. It was over. He took his hand in hers and met her gaze. If this was how it would end, if this was the last memory he would ever have, looking into his wife's eyes wasn't such a bad way to go.

"I love you." She whispered.

Tears welled in his eyes. He squeezed her hand.

"I love you too."

Tony's heart thundered loud enough to drown out the faint sound of footsteps approaching the car. If he wasn't mistaken, someone else had pulled to a stop. Reinforcements, he was betting. He was sure the people that had finally caught them didn't want to take any chances. He just prayed that they were here to kill them, and nothing more.

But just as a shadow entered the corner of his vision, it suddenly disappeared as more gunfire sounded, shocking them out of their content state. It seemed to last forever; the silence was almost deafening once it was over. He could hear Michelle panting, her expression afraid and confused, unsure whether to look at him or outside. Tony debated getting out of the car, as it seemed that the people who'd cornered them were no longer an issue. But he stilled at the sound of more chatter and another set of footsteps, different from before. He heard a man yell out. British. The owner of the voice then approached the driver's side window with a smile.

"Come with me." He said calmly.

Neither of them moved, too paralysed by fear.

"My people and I have no intention of hurting you. You can trust me."

Tony almost wanted to laugh. They hadn't trusted anyone besides each other in two years. Tony had to wonder whether they'd died in a hailstorm of bullets and this man was some kind of angel guiding them to the afterlife. Tony looked at Michelle. She certainly still looked real and just as terrified as him. Maybe this man had come to their rescue. But still, who was he? Why did he save them? How long had he followed them? How did he know what was going to happen? Michelle shrugged a little, indicating that she couldn't think of any other ideas besides going with him.

Tony turned his head back to where he was. "Can you at least tell us your name?"

The man smiled. "It's David."