"That's...okay, it must be the dome doing this, I don't really know," she replied as she shook her head. The dome was definitely the biggest headache she'd had her entre life. Kitty kept one eye on the streets as she drove, the other on her two passengers.
At the questions, she blinked at Scott's first. "Peter...Hale? No - I'm not seeing anyone. He died a few months ago. And your dad...Allison, I'm sorry, but no one's seen him in months. We think he might be dead, too," Kitty replied quietly.
When they finally pulled up to her safehouse, Kitty cut the engine and lights, then reached across Scott to the glove compartment in front of Allison. Pulling out two small bags, she shut it and held them out. "Put these around your neck. They'll help you get through the wards."