There was a pause, maybe half a minute, before Anne nervously opened the door a crack to see who was knocking. When she saw it was Gracie, her heart soared and the door swung open to reveal that she was already dressed to go. It could also be seen that she was holding Zeppo's leash in her other hand, gripping it as though she was prepared to use the dog himself as a weapon. With a bright, relieved smile, she gave her answer. "Yeah! Just let me get my bag!" Anne's bag turned out to be a medium-sized duffel that she hefted off of her bed  with only some slight difficulty. At least she wouldn't be a slouch in the supply department.<br/><br/>Gracie's next stop would be the garage, where an old man in a shirt with more oil stains than its original white showing gave her an assessment on their repairs. "Wasn't much else to do, so we got it done overnight. Job ain't pretty, but you'll be able to see where you're goin'." A look at the car would reveal that its bumper and headlights had been replaced by parts from entirely different models. On top of that, there were still wrinkles in the hood where it had been crumpled, but it had been straightened out enough to cover the engine properly. "Best we could do. And don't tell no one, but we topped your tank off too." Overall, the vehicle looked ready to go.