Driving from Maine to Wisconsin was beautiful but boring as hell. Graeme just wanted to get there, do what he intended, and get back so that he could speak with Penelope and return to his mate. But unfortunately he wasn't gifted with flight or teleportation or anything else that could make the time pass more quickly. Even speeding was not helping as much as he would like.
Thankfully the little red dot on his phone that tracked August's mom kept moving in a predictable path. Otherwise he may have to backtrack to check on her. He prayed that wouldn't happen. He needed all the time he could get. August's mom had stopped the first night in Buffalo, New York, but she started back on the path home the following morning, albeit slowly.
