Bert pointed at an old black car, with more rust than metal left. "I know it does not look like much, but its reliable and will get us out of here." He was unsure where they were headed; only that he needed to put as much space between Bobby Lee and Rose Tyler as possible.

"Come on then." He took her hand and pulled her toward his car. Half of his wished, if he was going to go on a long trip with her, that he had borrowed his father's truck. It was tougher, faster and looked a Hell of a lot better. Still, he would take this chance while he had it.

As she climbed into the car, he stared over at her for a moment, amazed again at her beauty. She was always so beautiful and then she would die. It was heartbreaking to see her die again and again. He did not think he could survive another death, so he decided then and there that today she would survive.