[The time change is noted in a loss of lights and difference in cars, but he isn't paying much attention to when they are. He doesn't want the radio competing with road noise when his head is busy enough. Not tonight.

How far does he want to go tonight? He'll have to stop and look at a map eventually. Right now he's in the mood to drive forever, to see how far he can go on a mad dash toward home. But he reminds himself that Chrissy probably isn't up for that still, and it'll be better to find somewhere to stop, take a break, and at least look at a map.]

I wanna go as far as we can, but we'll check the map. Next town we get to, we'll pull over, have a look. How's that?

[Mostly because it would be helpful to have a light to look at said map by. A gas station, a street light, whatever they come across. All he knows is right now he's on the main highway out of town going southwest.

Which, about twenty minutes later, dumps them in some miserable tiny town called Thomasville, at a gas station advertising the finest catfish and grits in the state. Somehow, he really doubts that. But he parks the bike under the lights by a shut-down pump and hops off to pull out the map.]

If we drive all night straight through...

[He traces a finger along roads, looking at options.]

Well, we could get to New Orleans if I don't stop. Might be sunrise by then.