Jack was outside, working on the engine. Mike joined him.
"Sup." Grunted the cabbie.
"Hey." Mike returned, leaning on the door.
Jack finished whatever he was doing slammed the bonnet shut.
"Couple of kids, big wad of cash. What could go wrong!"
Mike nodded his agreement and they both climbed into their seats, Mike riding up front again – sitting next to Seth was unnerving.
"We know you're frustrated, Jack Bruno." Sara ventured.
"Ok, you know what? No more Jack Bruno this, Jack Bruno that. I've been asking for answers and that's what I want."
"You already know the answers, Jack Bruno. My brother and I… Are indeed not from your planet."
There was a silence while the occupants of the two front seats digested this little titbit.
Finally, Jack gathered enough composure to speak.
"So, that's it? Mystery solved!" He spluttered, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his voice. "You two honestly want me to believe that you're aliens?"
"It is the truth." Replied Seth calmly.
"Well, you don't look like aliens." He reasoned.
"Well, what does an alien look like, Jack Bruno?"
"You know full well what aliens look like! They look like, little... Little green people, with antennas and laser guns and take me to your leader earthlings!"
Mike stifled a snigger at the cabby's definition. He could see his point.
"He requires some sort of proof. He thinks we're insulting his intelligence." Sara explained to Seth, who was getting more and more wound up by Jack's antics.
"You think?!" The driver exploded. "You can't drop the we're aliens bomb just like that on somebody! Now, I know I've seen some pretty weird things today, but you can't expect me to believe tha…" He trailed off as a large quantity of loose objects within the car began to float.
"I have the ability to move objects with my mind." Sara clarified.
"But… That's impossible!" Murmured the cabbie, still in awe of the CDs and sweets floating around his head.
"No it's quite possible, on our planet as well as yours. You don't do it because you haven't learned to use your full brain capacity." Stated Sara.
"No, I don't do it because it's kinda creepy and I would really like you to stop." Jack requested, his voice shaky.
Sara did as she was asked and gently lowered the objects to the floor.
As she did so her eyes widened. "Jack Bruno!"
There were midair lights approaching them at high speed. Mike couldn't believe it.
This Syphon thing is bloody indestructible! Here we go again…
Jack's hand flew to the ignition key, wrenching it round. But the taxi refused to start.
"Come on! Come on, come on, come on!"
The lights were getting closer fast, almost on top of them now.
"Oh COME ON!"
A huge truck passed them, sounding its horn and flashing its headlights.
Jeez, panic over.
The driver turned the key once again and the cab started first time. Muttering unrepeatable phrases, Jack shoved the car into gear and they sped off into the night.