The car had been driving for a long time.
Victoria had gleaned from Matilda's route roughly where they were headed.
The city had long since been left behind.
The view ahead still displayed a spacious eight-lane highway, trees lining both sides, with neat lawns and flower beds.
The weather was so good that day it gave Victoria the illusion that she and Matilda were on a short trip.
Under such a sunny sky, in such fresh morning air, and on such clean, wide roads, one wouldn't feel any sense of danger.
The car left the main roads on the outskirts of the Satellite Town, slowly moving onto the small road after a right turn at an intersection.
Victoria saw vineyards on both sides of the road.
Most of this area was farmland, sparsely populated, with only occasional houses visible by the road.
After travelling along the narrow road for quite a while, the car took another turn, entering another lane.
The lane wasn't wide, but it was lined with flower beds on both sides.
