Guess who has internet at home! This gal! I can post a whole lot more consistently since I now don't have to travel into town to post. And I know this chapter is really short, but the next chapter makes up for it, in length and in character development. I'm very excited about it.

Cheers!

"Ugh, Mabel, are you sure I have to do this?"

Bill's shoulder was shaken by the girl next to him. "Yep! Driving's all part of the human experience!" She heard his leather gloves squeak against the steering wheel as he grasped it tighter. "Aw, come on, it's not that bad," Mabel reassured. "Just remember everything I told you."

Bill's voice was wobbly. "Could you tell me again? I couldn't hear you over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears."

She groaned before sitting up in her seat, pointing everything out briskly. "I've told you three times already! That's the break, that's the gas, that's the headlights, that's the turn signal, that's the brights, that's the wipers, that's the fuel gauge, that's the tire pressure, this is the ignition, that thing's the gear shift, the dangly thing's your rear view mirror, and this is the horn," she completed in a breath, finishing off with a bap to the horn that made the ex-demon recoil.

"Okay! I get it!" was his shrill reply. "Just... Give me a minute," he said, taking a deep breath. Mabel blinked. "Bill, we've been in the car for thirty minutes." She rested a hand on his knee. "What's so scary about a car?" Bill gave an agitated grunt. "I'm not scared," he denied. "I just typically deal with more... non-physical things. I've been fine traveling by myself for literally forever, can't I still do that?" Mabel pouted at him. "Sure you can, ya big baby, but only after you get your license. You haven't really existed before earlier, at least according to records. You can do more important human-y things, like get a credit card or immigration papers and file taxes. You need one. Then you don't have to do this again."

Bill glowered. "Fine." He turned the key, and Mabel bounced when she heard the engine rumble. "Good! Now it's in park now; put the car in drive and just go once around the Shack, okay? Then you won't have to go near any automobiles for the rest of today." Bill gulped as he drummed his fingers against his palm. He clasped the head of the stick shift. A couple tugs got it to move to where he thought he wanted it.

"All right," he heard Mabel affirm. "Give 'er some gas."

Bill pressed ever so slightly on the accelerator, or so he thought. The car went rocketing backwards, much faster than he thought it would. "THE BRAKE!" Mabel screamed. "HIT THE BRAKE!" Bill looked in the mirror to see a telephone pole rapidly speed towards them. He took both of his feet and plowed them into the brakes. The car came to an almost immediate halt, but not before the bumper bounced against the pole.

Pine Tree came running out the front door. "What are you doing? If Stan finds out you hurt his car-"

"I will end you!" Stan shouted from inside.

Bill looked back at Mabel, both panting. "Let's agree to never do this again. At least not for a long time."

"Agreed," she replied. "And maybe next time you'll listen to me when I tell you that it'd be better if you took off the eye patch."

He shook his head. "Not in a million years."

The air bag on the driver's side blew up in Bill's face. He could only sit there when he heard a camera shutter.