[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=crimson]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
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	The part about the map was disappointing, though she should have expected it. She and Lola hadn't really done a lot of digging for maps during their adventures over the winter, not past basic statewide ones. When you're in a tank, little things like roadblocks or abandoned traffic snarls become events more akin to tiny roller coaster rides than respectable obstacles, making most concepts of "Alternate Routes" pointless. Her former home, Boston, was a lot better about maps for individual areas. Of course, that's what you get when there's a decent amount of population density and lots of places to go. She was a city girl at heart, once upon a time. Recent years had changed that, but some assumptions based upon her former lifestyle held on nonetheless. 

	Knowing now that they were going to stop two miles out and approach on foot gave Thalia simultaneous feelings of relief and concern. Being out in country, she kind of wished that she had her spear. It rounded her options and ensured that she wouldn't have to get too close to Zeds so long as the numbers were low. And come to think of it, she had left her ack behind, too. Maye it was best to travel light. If the plan worked, they would meet up after, anyway. If it did not, she would hardly need her pack anymore. 

	Responding to Alexander's question, Thalia could only mutter, [color=crimson]"We can only hope..."[/color] though logically, she realized that the possibility of another sinkhole that specific in location had to be remote to the extreme.