Chapter 5We rode in silence, only the sounds of the wheels turning on the rough pavement and the wind rushing past filled the car. Dr. Jonas drove us over the Mackinac bridge to a town in Canada called, Sault Ste. Marie. He nearly hit a pedestrian when a self-driving Google car pulled up beside him. Torin and I shared a laugh when Dr. Jonas confessed he had never heard of such a thing and first thought it was a ghost piloting the vehicle.
My parents had insisted I keep my passport active, though I had never understood why since we had never travelled outside of the U.S.. But now the reason was clear: a passport was needed to cross from Michigan into Canada, where the village of Yardis was located.
Dr. Jonas parked in the empty lot behind a small Italian café. “We’ll grab a bite before st
