Zacchaeus slowed down, used residential roads, and backtracked on his approach to Chicago. Sarah was too busy being upset about everything that had happened to notice. Nick was not.
The fourth or fifth time he turned to look at Zacchaeus after noticing their asymptotic approach to the city, the vampire said, without taking his eyes off of the road, "We need to arrive at our destination at night. You are, after all, wanted fugitives. Let's not get stuck in traffic with nowhere to go."
Nick nodded his assent. Sarah looked at them but immediately turned back to the endless stripmalls and mcmansions of Chicago's suburban grid. He'd tried to get her to talk for seemingly endless hours, but she wasn't mad at him, per se. He was there. He was receiving the brunt of it, but it seemed like Sarah
