She peeks her head up.

Alex had pulled off the highway; they were on a dirt road in the middle of a field. There was a cut on his cheek where a piece of glass must have struck him--a thin trickle of blood, like a red teardrop, tracing down his face

She turns and looks at him, and sees the injury. "Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?" he asked urgently, gripping her arms, seemingly haven't heard what she had asked

She nods, a bit surprised.

Alexs shoulders relaxed; he let out a breath. Brushing at his face with the flat of his hand, he glanced down at the blood and quickly dismissed it. "Yeah, its fine. Come on, lets get the hell out of here before they come back."

He started the car again with a lurch. Rumbling over the dirt road, they came to a paved T junction. Alex turned right, and the Mustang gained speed. He pushed a hand through his hair and shook the glass out, lifting his voice over the wind. "Okay, weve got to ditch this car and find another one, like now, before they find us and try again."

"Why did they try to kill us?" She asks, following him.

"Probably because they found me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, in case you couldn't tell, I'm not exactly the most loved person in the States."