She sold the house for far less than it was worth, along with the majority of the furnishings. Most of the rest she gave away to charities. Emma had no idea of what to do with all the money she now had. Her parents hadn't been rich like Charles, but neither were they poor.

Still, the normalcy of their deaths stunned her. How was it possible, in her life of people who could teleport, move through solid objects, control the elements, or metals, or throw bone spikes, that two people could die in a car wreck?

She decided to keep the money. She didn't know where she was going, and she had nowhere to stay. Her old duffelbag was slung into the back seat of her black car and she sat there for a moment, hands on the wheel. She wasn't going to Bayville. Not just yet. Emma started the car and drove out of the driveway of her childhood home for the last time.

She drove aimlessly, taking any turn that struck her fancy. It didn't take long for day to turn into night, and for her eyelids to start drooping. Emma pulled over. //There's no town within a hundred miles of here. I'll just take a short nap, and then I'll keep going until I find a place to sleep for the night.//

It seemed to her that no sooner had she leaned her seat back and locked her doors than she was opening her eyes, wakened by bright sunlight.

"Oh man..." She pulled the car seat upright. And opened the door, climbing out. It was just after dawn. Emma was somewhat surprised that she was alive and un-violated. Sleeping in a parked car just screamed "attack me" even if it was locked.

Having adequately stretched her cramped form, Emma got back in her car and turned the key.

Nothing.

She frowned and tried again. Still nothing. She looked down at the display and noticed that her lights were on.

"Oh, you idiot!" She cursed a few times before getting out to look at the engine. She opened the hood. Yes, she confirmed her suspicions, there was most certainly an engine there. Unfortunately, that was about how far her car expertise went. She surmised that her battery was flat, but she had no clue how to check.

But, she *was* an organic generator of electricity...

Emma looked around. The road was virtually in the middle of nowhere. No houses, no cars, not even very many trees. She leaned in close to the engine and let the power build in her fingers.

Then she was aware of a strange noise. It was almost like a throbbing, but irregular, more like a low-pitched humming that was wavering. It grew closer, but before Emma could turn around to examine the source, the hood of her car slammed down hard on the back of her head, knocking her out.

The car bonnet lifted back up to its original position and Emma fell to the ground. Then it slammed closed again.