[h2]Sunday, 6:30AM, Oxford Chapel, United Kingdom[/h2]

The priest patiently waited in his barely-driven 1992 Honda Civic for the group to arrive. Sure enough, they solemnly filed out of the chapel and into the car. There was just barely enough room for everyone, though those in the backseat were quite cramped. The priest spoke with exasperation lying heavily on his breath, and presented an ultimatum.

"Alright. I'll drive you to where you need to go, and then I want you all to get out of my sight. When you get to... wherever you're going, I want you to turn yourselves in. There's no sense in fleeing from both the law and whoever else is chasing you. Now, do you want to go to the airport, or the train station? Both will get you out of the country, I'm sure."