"I will give you my help as best as I am able. I don't know that I can do much but I will do what I can." The man smiled down at her and saw tears starting to stream down her face. "Ok, no crying now. Not allowed. Let's get some rest and we'll leave at day break. I don't know how far we will get but since you are leading the way, I am not going to worry about it."
He shuffled in to the bathroom and shut the door. Since he had cleared everything away and placed it in the bathroom, it was the best place for him to change for the night. He stepped back out dressed in a somewhat loose jogging outfit. When he came out, he found that she had already changed in to something that looked a little more suited to sleeping. " I am not generally in a bed at night so it's all yours. I'll take the couch in the corner. I like to sleep where I can see the door anyway. You'll want to keep your things packed. I have had run-ins in the past in this town." With that said, he moved over to the couch and laid down. It was not much past night fall but he had gotten little enough rest in the past two weeks so he wanted to take advantage while he could. He watched as she climb in to the bed and rolled to face him as best she could given the odd angle of the bed versus the couch.
"Where are we anyway? I have never been outside of California Country so I don't know the landscape at all. If I was following a map, it might be different but maps are few and far between for access." Her curiosity struck him as an odd thing. Most people just wanted to live in their own little corner of the world and make it through life unmolested. Of course, given that she literally fled her home in order to find him for help, the curiosity would be natural enough. He traveled so much that he never really thought about what all he knew that others did not.
He took a slow breath and then began to explain, "Before The Break, there was a state called Illinois and in that state was a city known as Chicago. This is part of where Chicago was located. At least, according to the few books I have found and maps I've looked at from that time, this is part of Chicago. I would guess that's pretty accurate as the man that thinks of himself as the leader of this spit of land calls this play New Chicago. He own's this building. Says he renamed it to Carbagio because he couldn't find any other letters that matched the original C and A. He calls it a hotel because that's what books called this place before or rather buildings like it. We are probably about three weeks travel by horseback to the California Country border."
She stared at him blankly but he expected this. She truly was ignorant of the landscape so she wouldn't really know anything other that what he told her unless she'd read about it. Books could be hard to come by because The Black kept such a tight reign on letting information out. He nodded to her, "Get some sleep. Maybe when this is all over I can teach you a thing or two. You are going to need some kind of knowledge if we are going to relocate you and yours to somewhere outside California Country."
She almost sat up in the bed. "What do you mean? We can't leave. It's our home!"
"And if we are going against The Black, you can't stay there. If, for whatever reason, they are after you and your family, then the safest place for you is not where they are now. I know a few places where you can go that they won't likely look for you." He was afraid this would be her reaction and he did not want to have this argument now. "We can talk about it in the morning after we are well out of town. Don't want the wrong ears to hear this conversation. Just lay down and get some sleep. Tomorrow we can buy a couple of horses and make our way from there. I have plenty of rations to make it to the next town heading back west."
She lay there, eyes wide open as she watched him drift off to sleep. Her feelings mixed about the help he was offering. She had to find someway to convince him to keep them in California Country. It was her home and it was all she had known for her entire life.