Michel looked at her while he poured himself a glass of liquor. As he takes a drink of it. "We are going to the state's Washington. Washington is near the Pacific Ocean." He said. He looked out side. "By the time we get there. It would be almost dawn." He said. He knew it would be hard for you to get to some place to hide from day. At least he had a basement at his house. He thinks, He looked at you. "So tell me about yourself. What year did you like... You know change, And also what year was it when you went into the tomb." He thinks more. "You know tell me about everything. I do want to know."