Herry fishtailed the car around, throwing it's inhabitants around once more like lotto balls in a spinner, teasing out from the teens a collective groan as they braced themselves to hit windows, doors and people.

"Is it gone yet?!" Neil demanded, rubbing his head which had bounced off the window for the fifth time now. "We've been been doing this for an hour now. How long can Cerberus possibly chase us?!"

"Yea, and Archie's not doing so well…" Atlanta mumbled worriedly, leaning away from the pale looking Archie with his head between his legs.
"You would look this way if you'd been shaken up like a cocktail for an hour. This is why I don't go on those spinning rides at the fair!" Archie slurred defensively, squeezing his eyes shut. "You only jumped in here 20 minutes ago."

"Ah, yea, cuz Theresa and I were being chased by some giant three headed dog before that." Atlanta reminded Archie.

"And you guys took your time to get to us!" Theresa added, looking pointedly at Herry.

Herry shrugged, looking remarkably relaxed as the forest shot past the car as a blur, Herry frequently dodging potholes or simply weaving to make them harder to follow. "Eh, you guys were alright." As Herry spoke, he spun the wheel violently once more to the right, flying through a hole in the fence alongside the road that he'd only just seen. Archie, Atlanta, Theresa and Neil flew to the side with the force of the turn, with elbows gouging stomachs, heads butting shoulders and hands pressed up against the window again. The sound of tiny smacks as everyone's extremities collided was mingled with cries of "HERRY!" as the car whirled around.

"Please, no more turns…" Archie mumbled, his face now tinged with green. Atlanta responded urgently. "Herry, spew bag?!" She quipped, looking very concerned for herself as Archie swayed.

Theresa yanked a paper bag out from the seat in front of her, tossing to Atlanta whom wasted no time in handing it to the now desperate-looking Archie.

Luckily, it seemed it wasn't needed.

"I think I'm okay, guys…" Archie said uncertainly, sitting up. "For now." He added, eyeing off Herry.

It didn't last: a crash came from the back of the car as a ball of fire spat behind them, jolting the car forwards and this time heads hit seats.

"Who knew it could do that?" Theresa asked angrily. "Come on, that's not fair." She was rubbing her head now, looking tired from the trip.

Neil's PMR beeped, and he answered with his trademark, "Heeeeellloooo?"

Jay's strained, stressed voice was audible throughout the car.

"Neil, hey. Where are you guys at? We've got the-"

Herry swung the car again, and a chorus of groans and yells and bangs made Jay's voice impossible to hear. Silence returned again, and Jay's voice, crackling with static, came out.

"Are you guys alright?"

Neil smiled to himself, rolling his eyes.

"Oh yea, we're fine. Same as ever. Just a typical friday night for us."

Well, it wasn't a lie.