"Can you see him, Michael?" Max asked.

"No," Michael replied.

"He might have pulled over somewhere," Liz said.

"Maybe," Max said, his voice even. Then he sped up, taking the van to sixty-five. At that speed, he passed five or six cars.

"Careful, Max," Michael said. "We can't afford to get stopped for speeding."

"Better the cops than… them," Maria said.

"It's all the same, Maria," Michael said. Then, before she could say anything else, he said, "Look, we don't

technically own this van. We don't even know where Jesse got it, but I guarantee you that it's on a list somewhere in every state. I bet the Special Unit's seen to that," Michael said.

"And even if the government doesn't know about the van and Jesse owned it legally, we can't produce a registration and we can't register the van using any of our real names," Max said.

"So even though we escaped the graduation night assassination and the aliens back in Stonewall, a simple traffic stop will put an end to this little adventure?" Maria said.

"Pretty much," Michael said.

"What do we do?" Maria asked.

"We think of something. In the meantime, Max and I have been changing the license plate number every day," Michael said.

Max reduced his speed to just a few miles an hour over the speed limit of sixty "Isabel, wait for my signal, then we'll need some camouflage," he said.

"I'm ready, Max," his sister said.

A few minutes later, the traffic cleared a bit and the van went over a hill. Even as Liz saw that there were no cars in sight on the other side, she heard Max say, "Now."

Isabel's hand reached up and touched the side of the van. There was a slight glow where her hand touched the metal and then nothing. "Blue," Isabel said simply.