After Some Thinking- Ensuing
Later that day, Michael confronted Devon. A hint of some strange, restless fear smoldered in his gray eyes, disturbing Devon greatly.
"Michael, are you all right?" asked Devon. Michael nodded, frowning.
"Look Devon. There's something about this place that freaks me out. I'd like to leave tonight, whether or not I have your permission. I know things have been slow, but isn't there any mission you can send me on? It doesn't need to be exciting or important. I've even got a place to stay..."
Devon raised his hand to silence Michael. "All right, Michael. I'll see what I can dig up. But in the mean time, why don't you take a nice, long, relaxing walk?" Michael rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. "All right, Devon, whatever you say."
Michael returned to his room and changed quickly into sneakers and an old sweatshirt. As he said good bye to K.I.T.T., Bonnie came running up with a huge, smug grin plastered across her pretty face. "Michael! You have to see this!" Grabbing his hand, she pulled him toward the old farmhouse. It was a massive stone building with eerie, dark windows and a huge yawning porch. The overhang sagged wearily over the porch. The enormous sheets of rusted tin that served as its roof threatening to fall, and forcing Michael to duck as he followed Bonnie beneath it. The door was light. A single large sheet of ugly plywood with red paint peeling off in large flakes and an old brass doorknob. A single pane of glass marked the dead center of the door and a yellow film of age coated it so that seeing through it was nearly impossible. Once inside Bonnie headed down through a gaping chasm where a door once stood and into the basement. Michael paused before descending, glancing around the vacant room and followed Bonnie down the narrow flight of steps. The basement's floor was dirt. The dirt stank! Centipedes could often be felt crawling through the grime and over the tops of your shoes. At the bottom Bonnie pointed to an old metal box that hung upon a wooden beam on the wall. Michael approached, a little confused. The words "Breaker" were scrawled on the front of the box with black electrical tape. Bonnie carefully opened the box, revealing a very large number of deadly looking switches. "Yeah? It's a metal box with a bunch of switches." He said, a little angry. "Not just any metal box, Michael. Look at all of them! There aren't even that many rooms in this house!" Michael shrugged, not really being the technical sort himself. "So?" Bonnie heaved a sigh in aggravation. "Never mind!" and began poking around the metal contraption.