"Rochester, huh?" he asked thoughtfully, busying himself with eating half of his breakfast sandwich in only a few bites. It was a tacit agreement. He stared at Jess with a quizzical expression. "That's almost five and a half hours away. Do you want to drive? Fly? Should I book a couple hotel rooms?" Danny wasn't sure exactly how impulsive this was; whether or not she had a larger plan in mind. He seemed more concerned with their travel arrangements than with pretending to be her future husband, though.