Physically, the drive away from the shopping center was easy. Move ahead, swerve around shamblers, don't hit the abandoned cars. Mentally, it was an ordeal. James was a prick and Daniel was basically a stranger, but they were still people, and nobody deserves the fate that Gracie may have just left them to. That could be compartmentalized, though. What couldn't be compartmentalized was Toffee in the backseat, barking at everything he saw outside of the windows because she wasn't back there to calm and restrain him. It was making it hard to think. It was making it hard to think about not thinking when there was so much the young woman didn't want to think about just then.