The streets were near on empty as she merged lanes, taking this turn and that, then another and another. 

She concentrated on the streets. Counting the city blocks to the next turn.

Headlights blinded her when they did appear and traffic lights seemed to all turn red. Issy grasped the wheel, rubbed her face intermittently and opened her window a crack.

Home sweet home- where the water is quiet and the birds sing. The sound of nothing... lulling the soul, soothing and calm. A gentle breeze blowing the magnolias heavenly scent when in bloom. She wanted her drive to be over and her body home in her own bed.

Dreaming of serenity and home Issy drove on, this city was massive and she was inconsequential to it. One ant in the colony.

She hated the feeling too. Minions marching toward their next pay packet. Robots stepping the same steps day in and day out. 

Bowing to the mighty dollar and the greed of the I want society.

Come to think of it, ants, actually, had it pretty darn good. At least ants got out and discovered new worlds most days.

So focused on her desperation to be home.
So intently visualising the beautiful serene vistas she loved.
So wrapped in thinking about robots and ants.
She gasped when her brain took a sharp left turn interrupting her thoughts.

Issy found herself sat at a red light mulling over strange ideas and the sanity, or was it, the insanity, of those ideas, as they tumbled about her head.

It's insanity.

It could help though.

No insanity, Issy.

Stop it!

But... it could... help?

The light switched to green.

Another block was passed by, then another, and still another. She was edging ever closer to The Dakota building and also closing in on the exit ramp she took to head north.

One mere blocks from the other.

That exit ramp was like her very own rabbit hole to freedom from the city. It loomed, beckoning freedom.

Larger and larger the hole, or should that be- exit, grew, the closer she got to it. She pressed the gas pedal to move forward from yet another stop light.

Isabelle. Haven't been called that in eons and it rolled off his tongue, all golden and wonderful. Even if he was fully tanked and mostly comatosed....

Roads paved with dreams and nightmares darted off to the left and right, and the night gave her the vibe of being a solo traveller in her own little capsule; Although John was beside her, he was fast asleep. So yes she was, indeed, solo... And that feeling of being so alone, and the night so late, made you hold the steering wheel that little bit tighter and roll the window up, slightly higher.

Another red light and she was toying with her lip and toying with a suitably mad notion.

Trying to guess the outcomes, the retributions and yes, the outrage, or possibly just plain rage, of all those involved.

She glanced over at 'Henry', deep frown lines tugging at his lips and his forehead ever so scrunched up.

Even in a drunken slumber he was pursued by his enemy.

Issy flicked on her indicator and fled down that looming rabbit hole.