It wasn't until there were an hour away from their house, driving irresponsibly fast on the thruway, that Paige remembered she hadn't called the "squirrely scientist" to ask where to meet him. Craig remained silent as he forced her to pull into the nearest rest stop, holding her phone hostage to prevent her from trying to dial while driving.

"Hello, this is Paige McGowan, I received a call from a Dr. Dakota at this number. Is he available?"

There was silence, followed by Paige stammering out a bashful apology.

"I'm so sorry Miss Dakota, I didn't realize. It's so hard to tell these things, um, over the phone. You know, how phones are and all that."

Craig tried to listen to the little voice coming from the speaker, but it was hard to distinguish. Paige always had her phone on the lowest possible sound setting. Something to do with her whole family being incredibly loud. Craig lovingly avoided comparing her to them. He managed to hear "powereds" and "experiments" but everything else was a buzz of white noise.

"There are actually two of us here, Miss- um, Doctor. Dr. Dakota. We would be perfectly willing to come in for testing, assuming some, um, precautions can be taken. We're currently on the run from-"

Paige's mouth shut abruptly and she turned to face the window, away from Craig. He assumed she had been cut off, which frustrated him, because how was he going to eavesdrop if his girlfriend wasn't repeating everything Miss Dr. Dakota said. He looked back at Devon, who was still lying on his back, holding a Glock pistol against his chest lovingly, something that Craig was so used to it no longer looked creepy.

"Yes. Of course. We can be there in- Just a minute."

Holding her hand over the phone, she turned to Craig and asked how long it would take for them to get to New York City. His eyes widened in disbelief. That was upwards of 5 hours away from their house, in the opposite direction.

"Probably 6 or 7 hours," he said slowly, trying unsuccessfully to disguise his distress, "Can you end this phone call quickly, please? I need to speak with you."

She obliged, getting the address from Miss Dr. Dakota, thanking her again for the opportunity and hanging up. She went to start the engine, but Craig stopped her, his hand covering hers over the ignition.

"This is a very poorly thought through plan, Paige."

His voice was much calmer now, though he was shaking a little bit.

"I understand why you're worried, darling, but don't be. We've got a solid 2 months before we need to be back. Dr. Dakota has a facility downstate that is state of the art. All that's going to happen is that she's going to run some tests, help us understand what happened and put us in touch with people in the government who can protect us from the Godfather. Worst case scenario, you're going to have to give a pint or two of blood. Maybe an x-ray. This is not as bad as it seems."

It always bothered Craig how Paige could talk him into anything. She was always smarter than the girly girl she acted like, and while he loved that about her (it gave her a Marilyn Monroe vibe that was pretty damn sexy), it tended to get him nervous because she didn't keep him in her enlightened loop.

"You two worry way too much, y'know that?" Devon piped up, lifting his head up from a small tray on his lap covered with paper and some small green specks, "Mind if I light up?"

The "yes" that Paige voiced was so resounding that it was still ringing in Devon's ears as she turned around and entered the thruway to go the other direction and the three prepared themselves for the undoubtedly painful 6 hour ride to the city.