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She reaches Portland by ten.
She leaves Portland by eleven. Reaches New Hampshire by noon. Has a burger in Portsmouth at one. Rolls past the Massachusetts Welcomes You sign by two. Momentarily considers bypassing Boston at three. Is stuck in traffic by four.
It's aimless, frankly; vague and meaningless wandering without any of the purpose or drive which has so consumed her life for the last three years—which, of course, is the whole point. Purpose and drive has done nothing but trap and entrap her for three decades; even when those purposes are her own, there's something special, something irreducibly precious about being free—free of obligation, free of duty, free of everything.
[5x05 continuation: in which the Dark One runs away, her family finds her, and they learn how to live.]