They can still listen to the radio, if Chelsea's good with that.

Sure. The last person to drive this car was apparently a fan of jazz.

It's a way to spend a few hours.

Eventually:

A sleepy nowhere not-even-a-town. It's got apple orchards and corn and one household in five has its own chickens. There's a bed and breakfast with one guest room.

Chelsea parks there with the nose of the car very close to the wall of the building, puts a spare article of clothing in the trunk such that it covers the license plate as though by accident, and pays cash.

"Only one bed, I guess?"

"Yes. I assume it's all right if I take the middle?"

Oh, that's right, Lucien will be sharing it with them.

"Yeah."

"Can you get him just awake enough to walk up with us, I'll keep him calm."

"Sure."

Touch.

"Uh..."

He's so calm. "We're stopping here for the night. Come on, up you get, lazybones." Hup.

"Mm." 

And now there is a Lucien who is standing up.

And she can get him tucked into bed on one side and snuggle up for guiding.

He's fine with this.

Oh good. And there's room for Panacea too.

She can feel Lucien guiding Chelsea and she hates that but also the way Chelsea's responding to it is so good and perfect and for a minute Panacea can forget everything else that's happening and just focus on enjoying that.

Maybe if she falls asleep here she will still be alive in the morning.

Not the worst way to fall asleep, at least.

Chelsea can get a good three hours of sleep before she's awoken by the sudden absence of Lucien guiding her.

When she opens her eyes she's surrounded.

A metal boy to her right holds Lucien a few inches off the ground.

To the right of the bed a person-sized praying mantis with four arms and shiny red skin stands at the ready - it's a projection, the Master out of her reach.

There's another emotional presence nearby - they should be nearly on top of Chelsea but something about them is slippery, hard to focus on with the distraction of a taser jabbed into her side, ready to disable her.

And in front, a suit with a soft blue glow emanating from underneath green scales, two pairs of arms - a pair with claws and a pair without - and several spokes sticking up and out of its back, humming as they vibrate slightly. The helmet's design gives away who is in charge of the armor - Dragon, the world's greatest living tinker. Or perhaps the suit is remote-piloted - she lacks an emotional presence much like the preying mantis monster.

"Cherish, you are under arrest for 562 counts of aggravated Mastering, 30 counts of terrorism with a parahuman power, membership in a domestic parahuman terrorist organization, and 120 other felony charges. In accordance with PRT execution order 322 your rights are suspended and execution pre-authorized, however an alternative sentence of life in the Baumann Parahuman Containment Center is possible assuming your cooperation."