California, a state who's borders were dictated to by Gold Barons is a wealth of climates and vistas. In the south, they are lined by palm-trees and are bathed in the golden hue of eternal summer. In the north, rolly-poly hills and scrub line the ribbons of asphalt, white lines, and yellow lines keeping order. But it is those lines, spaced perfectly apart and running by the Wizard Van in rhythmic succession that is hypnotizing.
Four lane highways offer a vague sense of security. The wizard van, is just one of a hundred cars flowing along. Just a spec on DOT CCTV cameras that dot the landscape.
Passing them by, is a minivan – children staring at the wizard more than the people within.
On the other-side, is a Toyota Camery.
It's been a few hours already and a Rest Stop promises refreshment in a few miles.
Still, with a large crystal in their possession, the light within proudly breathing; who knows who is following, also relying on the relative anonymity of the highway.
After the Rest Stop, is a Toll Plaza.