Tod slowly arose from his slumber. When he looked around the tent was all packed up and most of his fellow freaks were headed out. He heard Betty's voice and yawned, police were one of the many things that Tod had dealt with his entire life, so he was very much use to running from them. Although he didn't want to get caught, he moved with a slow and leisurely pace over to a slightly dirty and beat up Suzuki sport bike. Putting on his helmet, he turned the motorcycle on and put it into gear. With a twist of his wrist on the handle, the bike sped towards the other freaks as they headed to the highway. He turned on the Walkie-talkie in his helmet and spoke, knowing one of the freaks would hear him. "This is Tod, anyone know how the police found us. Grigori is usually good at keeping our location hidden from the local police stations."