The border was less than fifty miles away. In a couple hours, I'd be leaving the only country I'd ever lived in. the last scraps of my old life. the engine revved, and Leo aimed the car toward Atlanta. I charted a course with our old Ontario maps, keeping us off the major roads as much as possible. The Wardens might not have realized we'd stopped, so they were probably well ahead of us now, but I suspected they'd be patrolling every major highway between here and Atlanta until they caught us. They'd heard Leo's broadcast; they knew where we were heading.