Night gradually fell, and the streetlights along the town's roads flickered on. As most of the officers got off work and left the police station, the wizards staking out its entrance exchanged a few words before sneaking away from the streets downtown.
"Hey, wake up."
Aisling gently patted Roy's face.
"Uh... they left?"
Roy, who had not slept for two days, struggled to sit up. He glanced at the dark street and saw that the black-clad men watching the police station had already left.
"What do we do next?"
Aisling pointed at Uncle Marston, unconscious in the driver's seat, and asked Roy what he planned to do.
Roy opened the car door and got out, then casually opened the rear door beside Aisling.
"Let's find a motel and make do for the night. Uncle Marston said there's a scrapyard in the northeast corner of Valentine Town. Tomorrow, we'll see if we can find a car and get out of here."
Hearing that Roy wanted to take her to get a room, Aisling in the back seat did not seem very happy.
"Can't we think of a way to leave as soon as possible first?"
Roy's face was full of helpless bitterness.
"Please, my lady, I'm not Superman. My stamina bar isn't infinite."
Thinking about how Roy had carried all their luggage along the way, and how he had stayed up all night keeping watch for her last night, Aisling realized she had been too harsh on him. Her tone softened considerably, subtly conveying both apology and concern.
"I just hope we can rest somewhere safer. There are plenty of people in this town hunting us down."
"I know. We'll leave early tomorrow morning. Besides, you've been traveling all day too. You need some rest, right?"
"Fine."
Aisling agreed to Roy's