There was a small locally owned coffee shop a couple towns south, which Ted dropped Cara off at. He gave her the cash in his wallet, enough for a meal and some phone calls he hoped, and then he left her. Few words were exchanged between them, but Cara felt an understanding from him. She silently wished him a happy ending as he drove away, with no concept of what that would look like.

She didn't think she'd be able to eat, but found herself ravenous for the plate she ordered while waiting for a call back from Bethany or Andie on the diner's phone (she offered to pay to use it, but the elderly woman serving her was happy to let her use it as she needed). There was an emergency number Logan had set up and shared access with their group, a group, which now only consisted of three. If they were ever in desperate need of help, a life or death situation, and couldn't reach anyone by normal means, they would leave a message at this number and wait for someone to respond. Cara had been checking it herself most days, in case Bethany or Andie had left her information that wasn't safe over a usual line, or on the slim chance that Gregory had escaped the Imperial Cult, though in her gut she knew Gregory had been dead a while. His younger brother too now. And how many more would follow because of her failure, Cara wondered.

She waited for many hours in the diner, ordered more food with the money she had left, almost until closing, but eventually got the call she was waiting for. The joy she felt at hearing Andie's voice made fresh tears want to spring from her eyes. Fighting through the urge, she told Andie in hushed tones about the events of the previous night, the raid, Logan's death, Daniel's capture, though she left out the fact that she was bitten.

Andie and Bethany (though Bethany did not speak to her over the phone) made arrangements to get her into the States to meet up with them. For starters they called in a favour from someone nearby to come and pick her up. It was late at night by the time the man came to give her a ride; the diner had closed hours earlier and Cara was shivering in the cold wind.

He told her his name was James, didn't give a last name and she didn't pry. He was older, his balding head completely white, and he looked very grim with his sunken expression. Cara came to understand him though in the few days she spent at his place waiting for a fake passport and ID from Bethany to arrive. James had lost his wife when a demon possessed her, and would have lost his daughter the same had it not been for Bethany. He was not a very social man, but that suited Cara just fine; she didn't feel much like talking.

Once her new identity arrived, along with some cash, James drove her down to the bus station in Toronto. Their farewell was brief, but he wished her well. Cara got on a bus headed to Buffalo, and from there, assuming she made it across the border, she would take another connecting bus to Washington and be reunited with Andie and Bethany.