"South," you decide. "They won't be looking for us right in the city. It's got food and water, so we can hole up for a while. We just have to hide the car and wait for things to cool down, and then we can go wherever we want."

"South it is," he says, and makes a quick U-turn.

Traffic is aggravating, but at least it isn't lethal. Nobody pops out of any camper vans with submachine guns, so you consider the trip a good one. You guide him to the abandoned cabin and show him the nearby lake. He knows what to do.