Bert could not understand why she trusted him so much, or was so satisfied in his merely being there. After all, she hardly knew him. He knew her more than she knew him, after seeing her die twice now. Still, he did not say anything, but merely nodded. He liked having her cuddled up against his shoulder and did not wish to do anything to disrupt her.

They continued driving for most of the morning, until it was time to stop for lunch. They were already a third of the way into Ohio now, and Bert looked over at Rose, where she lay sleeping. "Wake up Rose. It is time for lunch." He pulled over at a silver sided dinner and stopped the car. Surely they were far enough away that they could take the time to eat a meal. He just hoped that Bobby had not figured out where they were yet.