New York looks different when you're hunted.

Aria and Dominic sit in their rental car outside the city limits. It's been eighteen hours since they left Oregon.

Eighteen hours of driving.

Eighteen hours of planning.

Eighteen hours of knowing they're probably going to die.

"Last chance to change your mind," Dominic says.

"I'm not changing my mind."

"We could still run. Find somewhere Vincent will never look."

"There is nowhere Vincent will never look."

"There might be."

"Dom, he found us in a ...