The Bouthswer Hunt Part III

Father told me about his plan during dinner. It was a good plan and all, but I don't think we could ever pull it off.
"Tell me, Father. Exactly how are going to do this?" I could see many flaws in his plan.
"Okay well, we will wear a disguise. I could wear a wig and a hat, and maybe some bifocals. And you could wear cloth, like a scarf, around your head so it covers your face. But don't cover your eyes, for you won't be able to see," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. I didn't help much.
"Father, it's so very hot outside! I would being dying with a scarf around my head!"
He chuckled again.
"Abigail, don't be so dramatic. You won't die. You might get hot and a bit sweaty, but no deaths... At least, I hope not." His smile was instantly wiped off his face.
I patted his arm. "I know this is all very tough and sad, Father, but let's just try to focus on the plan."
"You're right," he said, flashing a weak smile. "So, we sneak out at midnight in our disguises and we'll do the unthinkable."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, 'unthinkable' may have been a stretch, but instead of going past the mountain... We go further back into Hiensemount woods." He was simply mad!
"But, Father, we don't know what's beyond here! What if there really are trolls and goblins further into these frightful woods? We could be killed in no time!"
"While I'm afraid the 'being killed' part may be true, there are no such things as trolls and goblins. Please don't overreact. These woods have never seemed to scare you before."
"I know, I'm just scared for our lives, Father. More than usual..." And I really was. Most of the time, I try not to think of the tragedies my father had brought upon this family, but right now it's hard not to.
I figured we may as well go along with this plan, considering we've got none others. "So what are we going to do after we venture into the true depths of the woods," I asked Father.
"Well, I heard that there's another village not too far from here. But..." I could only imagine what he was going to say.
"'But'? What's the catch?"
"It takes two days to get there on foot."
"Two days?! How would we ever survive two days?!"
"Abigail, please stop overreacting. What has gotten into you?"
He was right. What has gotten into me? "I'm sorry, Father. But can you blame me? We're sitting here at dinner talking about sneaking into the woods to run from being KILLED! I mean, my overreacting is not completely unethical."
"I see. Very well." He kissed my forehead and that was it.
As I was about to walk to my room, he said, "Finish packing, and get a bit of rest. We leave in five hours."
We were in over our heads already.