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book. “Dude, this is perfect. What happened? We were getting worried.”
    “That place is crawling with Lexers. We tried to lead them away from the dealership, but they wouldn’t follow.”
    Zeke hands me a large shopping bag, and I hug him when I see the books it contains: Everything from kids’ books to sci-fi to chick-lit to an astronomy book. “Glad you like them, sugar.”
    “I’m not hugging you because of the books, although you are my hero. I’m hugging you because you’re back. You know I can’t live without you.”
    He dips me low with a booming laugh. Zeke is almost always in a good mood, and if he’s not, you only have to wait a few minutes until he is again. He tells me he wasn’t always that way, but it’s the only Zeke I know.
    “You are sweet as sugar.” Zeke sets me upright. “Isn’t she?”
    Peter and Nelly look at him like he’s crazy, and I glare at them before I kiss Zeke’s cheek. “Only with you, Zeke, because you deserve it.”
    “It doesn’t solve the problem of another vehicle,” Zeke says, drawing out the word like vee-hick-ul . “But the RV’s a place to sleep if we can’t find one. Maybe it’s better this way.”
    “This baby ain’t breaking down,” Shawn says, as he kicks an RV tire.
    “Speaking of sleep, the kids are still sleeping,” Maureen says. “Why don’t we leave before they wake?”
    “Your stories always put me to sleep,” Rohan says to his dad, who cuffs him good-naturedly.
    The kids didn’t get much rest last night. Of course, this nap is probably going to lead to kids being awake all night, but cranky daytime kids are worse than happy nighttime kids.
    While we drive, James sits at the RV’s dinette with his new best friend, flipping pages and muttering. Houses appear through the foliage that borders the highway, and with the increase in population comes abandoned cars. At first we can weave our way through, but then we hit what must have been a mass exodus out of Thunder Bay. Car doors hang open where people ran for their lives, thereby leaving lanes, the shoulder and the median unusable. A few figures rise in the distance and begin stumbling our way.
    We sit, engines idling and James muttering, until he has us turn around. We head north on a two-lane road that’s seen better days, then a network of dirt roads that deposit us back on the main highway past Thunder Bay.
    ***
    Bits, Hank and Nicki have awakened, and between their longing for another movie and treats, I wish they’d go back to sleep. I hate to say no about the treats, but as far as I’m concerned they can watch movies until their brains implode. Once we get to Alaska movies will be a rare occurrence again.
    “Does it drain the battery?” Bits asks for the thousandth time.
    “Isn’t there solar?” Hank asks. “Doesn’t that mean we can watch?”
    “Can we, Daddy?” Nicki asks.
    Kyle looks to me. Now that they’ve gotten a taste of movies they’re like desert travelers who’ve been allowed to sip from a full water bottle. “James?” I ask.
    “It should be fine,” he says with a shrug.
    James’s jaw-length hair is stringy and greasy. I brushed mine earlier before winding it back into buns and consoled myself with the thought that those natural oils were giving it the deepest conditioning treatment ever, which made me miss Ana. Even a year after the apocalypse I’m accustomed to being relatively clean, which is probably more than other survivors can say.
    “Go ahead,” I say. Once they’ve scampered back to the bed, Ash included, I look to the others. “I wonder if we’ll see anyone.”
    There are small groups who’ve contacted Safe Zones to let them know they’re out here. We know of one official Safe Zone on our way. It was a green pin on Whitefield’s map—meaning it hadn’t been heard from in a while—but we’re going to stop anyway.
    Adam spins in the passenger’s seat where he sits next to Nelly. “They’re probably off the main road. And if they