Yang places down the crinkled up map on the hood of the car.
The large piece of paper is old. Once white, it is now mustardy yellow color,
pieces from the edges are either torn or missing, and some of the ink of the
words scattered across the map hare starting to fade away. Still, the map is
good enough to use.
“So where do you want to go next?” Yang asks. She looks up
at Pyrrha, who sits at the side of the hood. The red head studies the map of
Vacuo, looking for any spots that may be good to visit. She sticks out her hand
and places a finger on a large red dot. “What about this place? It is some
historical site. I read into it a while back and it might be a nice place to
stop at. What do you think?”
“I wouldn’t mind to much,” Yang says. She starts to figure
out in her head how long it will take for them to reach their new destination.
They might have to stay a night at a motel. Yang really does not want to spend
another all-nighter driving. Early morning drives are just fine, night time
ones are murder on her. “If you really want to go there then we will.”
Pyrrha grins. She hopes off the hood of the car. Yang
carefully folds up the paper and hands it to Pyrrha. “Then let us go!”
Pyrrha hops into the passenger seat while Yang takes the wheel.
Yang turns the car one and heads back down the highway.