Nick and Sarah had been on some road trips together before. Not like this. Most of the trip had passed in relative silence. Uneasy silence. Zacchaeus asked no questions, made no comments, said, generally, nothing. Hands at ten and two, he single-mindedly guided the car from highway to highway. The radio returned their minds to the fact that Nick was wanted by the police for questioning related to the bomb that had gone off in the Laika building. Tacitly, Nick supposed that Sarah knew it, but she had been evasive when pressed about what she had seen in her apartment.
“You saw those cops turn into… you know… you *saw* them! You saw him flying outside!” exclaimed Nick.
“Nick,” Sarah sighed. “What’s your point?”
“That we’re on some very odd ground here! Aren’t you more curious as to what that means?”
“I’m not sure,” she said. “I wish I was home. I didn’t want any part of this.”
“Do you think I *did*?”