[Alfie's hands are shaking as he fumbles for the keys, and he finally puts the gun away. The second they're all settled, he throws the car in drive and heads down the road. Later, he'll wish they'd taken the time to root around for supplies - gas, weapons, food, maybe even a bigger, better vehicle. Now, he doesn't care. They just need to get away.
Fifteen minutes later, after it becomes very clear that they're not being followed, he can't stand it anymore. He pulls off the road and gets out from behind the wheel, climbing into the backseat. He needs to see her face. He needs to know she's really all right.]
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Fifteen minutes later, after it becomes very clear that they're not being followed, he can't stand it anymore. He pulls off the road and gets out from behind the wheel, climbing into the backseat. He needs to see her face. He needs to know she's really all right.]