Jonathan pressed himself into his seat, trying to ignore that, if anything, Alphonse was driving faster than Dr. Page had. It was fairly deep into the night now, without many people out on the roads.

He recalled Dr. Page, lit up by the headlights, cast in the harsh light. He was perfectly still, watching out the window. Why hadn’t he stayed in the library to wait for Jonathan?

And his expression. It was only a glimpse, and they were far apart, but he was staring ...