You put the car into drive and almost squeal the tires making your bold flight. Angelina takes the transposer out from under her dress and looks at it. You glance over at it too, almost too amazed to look away. A car horn screams at you, and you snap to attention again.
Angelina asks, "Well what about my car? We can't just leave it there. It'll be so alone." Her words fade into sadness.
You can't seem to think straight through this rush. Your heart is beating fast and the adrenaline is pumping everywhere. "We'll come back for it later." You say. Then you follow it up with a frantic, "But does it really matter? I mean, we have this wild invention now! It's ours! We can do whatever we want with it. I mean, who says we even need cars now? We could make ourselves a hundred feet tall and just walk a mile a minute!" You realize how crazy you're starting to sound and calm yourself down. "But first I think we should just stay out of sight for a while. See what they do when they find out it's missing."
Angelina sighs, "But I like my car...." She quietly twirls the transposer in her hands for the rest of the car ride.
At racecar speeds, you make the trip home in record time on the straightaways and backroads. You pull into the driveway of your suburban ranch home at approximately mach one, and Angelina can't help but kill the thrill. "This is your place? It's so..." she makes a disappointed and disgusted face, "blah."
You try not to let it bother you any, and you hurriedly usher her inside. You slam the door closed and make sure all the locks are done up. You take your first breath in a long while and look back to see Angelina already making herself comfortable on your long, red couch.
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