"Depends," he says, "wanna keep it as long as we can. Bike makes better time, but it can only do roads. We'll get as far as we can on it."

Daryl, being an anxious creature at the best of times, can read it well enough in others. He knows the routes out of Seattle, the way to do it without getting too close to WLF or Seraphites. It's a long, circling path, but it'll be worth it.

"You ready?" He thinks she is. He sits on the bike, properly now, and moves his backpack around the front, to give her room behind him.