Escape from San Francisco

As soon as dawn broke, Emma and I quickly left the hospital.

It was to get out of San Francisco.

This damned city held no good memories for us. We no longer wanted to get entangled in anything happening in San Francisco.

We each rode Noname and Bonnie, hurrying towards San Francisco Station.

San Francisco Station was, one could say, the hub of transportation in the West.

Due to yesterday's aftermath, some lines weren't operating, but we could still go anywhere.

...Yes, anywhere.

“Emma, I bought the tickets.”

“You bought them well, Noah? Let me just check.”

From yesterday onwards, Emma no longer called me Boss...