I got on the minivan's navigation system and found the closest National Car Rental location that was open. We headed south until we picked up 407, heading southwest of Atlanta until we arrived. Mike turned the rental van in while I waited by the curb, a sleeping Vicki still in her booster seat. Anita rented a mid-sized car and helped me load Vicki into the back as Mike returned. He pulled out of the lot and back onto the road.

"Where to," I asked.

Mike just shook his head. "Worst case, the Council uses all its resources to come after us. Rewards, wolves sent out to look at likely places,...