The blush of dawn greets me in the rear-view as I push the pedal down and make the best time I can on the Florida interstate. We're almost to Louisiana, but my hands want to steer north. It's only a half day's drive to Pennsylvania, to Wilding Springs. But it's almost thirty more hours to Los Angeles. I'm insane, thinking I can do this on my own. I don't even have to drive, I can just open my shields and call for Syd. She'll be here in moments.

But I can't. She has her own ...