After having hitchhiked for quite a ways Edith managed to make it out this far. Turns out when someone tries to take advantage of you they don't take well to being punched in the face several times. While she kept her powers under wraps now she was stuck walking down the road with very little but the clothes on her back and a pack over her shoulder. Not that she was without resources. Being retired she had a decent savings. However she had to take it out of the bank which meant holding it on her person. They probably assumed that it was stolen by some punk teen. 

To be fair they weren't entirely wrong. She had pretty much stolen from her old self. Strange how that worked actually. Really though she was completely dumbfounded by the whole situation. What the hell was actually going on? There was rumor that there were others, despite the best efforts of damage control. Were people really that easy to fool with the whole terrorist angle? She was now a target without a proper identity. 

At least now she had the strength and stamina to deal with the trek. Someone was bound to be down the road that would be willing to help her eventually. Off in the distance she heard a car horn going off several times. Road rage perhaps? Not many cars on the road at this hour so if someone was in the way they could just go around. On a brighter note it meant she could have a ride very soon.