Dreamer took the turnoff to Kine.  Maeve's personal farm was in the southern part of Kine County, in the more rural section.  Since neither Serra nor Kitten had told him to stop, he had to assume they would ride with him to Maeve.  They had Feldana with them, after all... and Maeve would be her only living relative at this point.  Even if any members of her family remained alive in Kree, it wasn't likely to be for long.  The girl would be best cared for by her own family, not by a trio of strangers.<br/><br/>He glanced back at the sleeping bag behind him.  He heard the little one whimpering and wished he had been a little less blunt... or rather, that he'd had the option to be.  But she would have to understand what was happening at some point, horrible as it was.<br/><br/>Somewhere inside him, he felt a pang of sadness... sadness that she didn't even remember him.  But, he mused, it was probably just as well.  If Maeve was all right, Feldana would be able to return to being the child she deserved to be.  She would be best not to remember anything unpleasant from before the rebellion... she would have enough horror to remember from this one night.<br/><br/>As they passed the flaming gas station, he grimaced at his thoughts.  -IF- Maeve was all right?  Of COURSE she was.  Even though the rebellion appeared to have ravaged even this area, he refused to believe she was hurt.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, he continued driving faster than he should have.  On the hood, the dead sheepdog's fur and tattered clothes fluttered in the breeze.