Charlotte: Hi! I'm gonna be making a comment or two at the beginning of the chapter, and Jin Ah's going to be making a comment at the end of the chapter. I think this is going to be our longest chapter yet... A roadtrip chapter! Our first Douglas Adams reference comes out in this chapter – see if you can catch it! If you've read The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul, that is... Um! Anyway! We just got our first follower, which I am very happy about! PLEASE feel free to review it, recommend it to your friends and such (if you think it's worth it, anyway...) and we'll have the umph and stamina to keep updating! Oh! By the way, we just added another "chapter" to go before our original first chapter, so if you've alread started following us, please go back and read that.
Chapter Three
They stared at Anathema in appreciative wonder. "Excuse me," said Crowley, "was there some sort of meeting being held here that I wasn't aware of?"
"Yes," said Anathema. She looked behind her. "And where has Newt gotten to?" She sighed. "He's probably parking his little Wasabi someplace where it'll get towed."
"Isn't Wasabi a kind of food?" asked Charlotte.
"Yes, and it's also a horribly made Japanese car. Although I admit he says it's been running a lot better ever since … the incident." She glanced at Crowley and Aziraphale.
"I thought you all forgot about that!" said Aziraphale. He looked flustered.
"We did," said Anathema, "mostly. But it's all coming back now."
"Why?" Crowley felt like he was about to cry. He knew what it meant: there was something else coming. An end-of-the-world kind of something, probably. And he didn't want it to all happen again. The last apocalypse had been bad enough, and it hadn't even happened.
Ridley, Charlotte and Jin Ah all felt that they were missing out on something here. They weren't quite sure which questions to ask, though, so they just stood there, floundering around in a lot of conversation that they didn't understand.
"I'll explain once everyone else gets here," Anathema said.
"Who's everyone else?" said Aziraphale worriedly. He didn't want any more people in his bookshop than strictly necessary.
"Oh, not too many people. Newt, Adam and his little gang, Madame Tracy, Shadwell - they don't really have to be here, but Newt thought we ought to invite them, for old times sake - oh, and Dog."
"Dog? Dog? DOG?" Aziraphale went into the corner and quietly started to weep (footnote: He stopped as soon as he realized he was crying on a rare edition of Jack Cade, Frontier Hero. Nervous breakdowns were all very nice, but books were more important.). Everyone ignored him, except for Ridley who felt that he ought to do something but had no idea what.
"What demented person would name their kid Dog?" asked Charlotte quietly. (footnote: Charlotte had only ever had one pet in her entire life. She had gotten a fish when she was seven, and had named him Charles Elliot, although everyone called him Sam. He died a few months later and they'd never had another pet since, so, when names were mentioned, she didn't usually think of animals. Jin Ah had never had a pet either, but she did have enough sense to think that "Dog" probably wasn't a human.)
"Don't worry, Dog is a dog," explained Anathema, "which is probably why Aziraphale over there is so devastated. Oh, and let me see that."
Anathema took the book in Ridley's hand. "Crowley, do you have anything to do with this being here?" she asked in clipped tones, looking at the book with a certain amount of contempt. "I'd thought we'd burned this some time ago."
Crowley looked embarassed, but was saved from having to say anything by Newt rushing in.
"Anathema!" he said. "I can't find them anywhere!"
"What?"
"Adam and his little … cronies! I swear they were right behind me then I stopped to look at something and now they're gone!"
There was an aggrieved sigh from behind him. "'Scuse me, Miss, but I think your fiancee needs to pay more attention to his where'bouts."
"Adam Young!" Anathema's hands flew up in despair. "You are a mess!"
It was true. Adam was covered in head to toe in quickly melting snow.
Aziraphale looked up from his corner and screamed. "Snow! Wet! Snow! Water!" he blubbered.
Crowley shook his head. "What are you going on about?"
"HE'S GOING TO RUIN THE BOOKS!" Aziraphale shrieked.
Crowley rolled his reptilian eyes. "Then stop him." He snapped his fingers (footnote: Crowley didn't actually need to do this, but he liked it. It felt cool, although to be fair to Crowley, he needed cool like the government needs helium (subfootnote: How much helium does the government need, you ask? The answer is none, but that's just what the government wants you to think.).). Adam's grubby clothes and glorious hair were suddenly dry and well-ironed.
"Thanks," said Adam.
"Can you do us, too, sir?" asked Wensleydale, who, along with Pepper and Brian had snuck in behind Adam. Pepper was holding Dog, who was barking inside a carrier case wrapped in several scarves.
"I didn't think you'd want him covered in snow an' filth," explained Adam.
"That was very … kind of you, Adam," said Aziraphale weakly. "You know, I think I'm going to go lie down now…"
"There's no time for that," said Newt. "Adam, next time, you shouldn't dawdle."
"Hullo, Adam, Pepper, Brian and Wensleydale. Haven't seen you in a while," said Charlotte. She enjoyed greeting her younger sister's little friends.
"Oh, er, hi, Charlotte," said Adam. "And Jin Ah, too."
Adam's eyes wandered over to Ridley. He didn't recognize him, but could see what he was.
"How come you get to be able to fly?" he indignantly asked Ridley, who jumped and looked at the boy with a sudden sort of terror.
"H-how do you know...?"
"You can FLY?" Charlotte and Jin Ah shrieked at the same time.
"Er, w-well..."
"Ah, so you must be the Onne (footnote: Anathema was one of the rare people who could pronounce silent letters. This was one of the many different things she had managed to inherit from Agnes Nutter.)," said Anathema, who, while everyone had been blithering on, had taken a deep breath and opened the Further Prophecies to see what was inside.
"I... what?" Ridley was now more flustered than he had ever been before in his life, more flustered than even some of the rowdiest days in the classroom. She didn't care to explain, however, and just kept on going, pointing at Charlotte and Jin Ah this time.
"Which means that you must be the Two." She smiled serenely and continued, "'Who did notte knowe what they were doing.'"
The girls had stopped mid-squeal to hear what she was saying.
"I, er, …" said Charlotte. "What's that mean?"
"You have no idea what you are getting yourselves into, my dears," she said, shutting the book and handing it to Newt. "But we all need to find out exactly what that is. Come on, everyone! We're going to my house."
"Again?" complained Pepper. "We only just got here."
"I'll let you ride shotgun," Anathema promised her.
"Shotgun? YES!" She stuck her tongue out in Adam's face. "And Adam here was thinkin' he was going to ride shotgun back."
"But, Anathema," complained Newt, "I thought you didn't like the back of the Wasabi. You specifically told me that you hated the puce-colored leather and the way it managed to be both scratchy and sticky at the same time."
"Who said you were driving?" was Anathema's reply.
"Oh," said Newt. "Of course."
They ended up taking pity on Newt, so he went in the Bentley with Aziraphale, Crowley, Charlotte, and Jin Ah, while Anathema took the Them in her car. Madame Tracy and Shadwell had sent Newt a letter saying, unfortunately, they had gone on a cruise to the Bahamas, but they sent their love, and Shadwell reminded Newt that even good witches could be dangerous, and that he should always keep a firelighter and some matches handy, something he neglected to tell Anathema because he knew good witches could most certainly be dangerous.
Ridley had inquired about how they would get him there, but Anathema had replied with a curt, "You can fly, can't you?"
He had tried to reply, "Yes, but it's a bit of a long way over there and I already took a fairly big trip over here, and it's a very blustery day and very cold and it looks like it's going to blizzard soon.", but Anathema had already ushered everyone out to the cars.
He was left, for a moment, quite alone in the dingy shop. He sighed and went outside. Everyone was already shutting their doors, and then driving off. Ridley sighed, looked down the street, took a deep breath, and ran all the way down the corner for momentum. He kicked off right at the street sign, took off, rushed into the gloomy sky, and looked down to search for the Bentley and the Wasabi.
Charlotte and Jin Ah had watched him, neglecting their seat belts and peering out the window to see with envy their English teacher who could fly.
Newt, in the back seat with them, trying to look casual about it, shifted around in his seat to look out the window as well.
After a while, Jin Ah and Charlotte backed away from the window (they couldn't see the flying man anymore) and looked sideways over at Newt (who hadn't seen the flying man at all).
"Hi, Mr. Pulsifer(footnote: It was a rule that her mother had strictly enforced upon her children that they always, always, addressed adults with Mrs. or Ms. or Mr. and then their last name- unless, of course, that adult had said otherwise. Anathema had, and so Charlotte and Genevieve (and their young brother, William, if he ever had the mind to address her at all) were free to call her Anathema, but they hadn't been around Newt enough to be able to call him anything other than Mr. Pulsifer.)," Charlotte finally said. "How are you and Anathema doing?"
"Oh, fine, fine," he replied, not really used to making small talk with teenagers.
"Say, when are you two going to get married?" she asked, after a moment's silence.
"Oh, er," Newt tried to remember. "Sometime in... June, I think."
"Ah, yes, classic," said Jin Ah. "Hera's month. Very romantic."
"My parents were married in June," offered Charlotte.
"It is quite a while away, though," said Jin Ah. "All the way over in summer."
"Er, yes," said Newt. He thought a moment, and looked over at the two girls. This must have all happened quite fast for them. "Do either of you know what's exactly going on here?" he asked.
They looked at each other, smiled, looked at him, and shook their heads.
"Right, well, er," Newt took in a deep breath. This was going to take a while. "Less than a year ago, there was this ...incident. You see, the apocalypse was at hand, you might say. The four Motorcyclists were riding the roads, the Antichrist was discovering his powers, and an angel and a demon were sent to make sure that it all went according to plan. That angel and demon were the men in front of us right now. And... they weren't really sure they wanted to carry out Armageddon. The Antichrist was Adam Young."
"Adam Young?" they gasped.
He nodded. "Adam Young. He was meant to be someone else, I think, but there was this mix up in a hospital full of Satanists or something, I don't know, I wasn't told the whole story. So Adam, the son of the devil, grew up to be a normal boy... more or less, anyway."
"But what do you and Anathema have to do with all that?" Charlotte asked, while Jin Ah was thinking that, as far as Adam was concerned, it was less rather than more.
"Yes, well, I was part of this... group, employed by a man named Shadwell, and I was employed to do... certain things. A lot of going through newspapers... Er, yeah. And I was out doing what he had instructed of me when this Tibetan literally just popped out of the ground, and I crashed, and well... Okay, to make a long story short, I ended up at Anathema's house and discovered that she had this book."
"What kind of book?" asked Jin Ah.
"It was called The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, and it was full of prophecies that had been fulfilled or were yet to be, and very specifically, it prophesied the end of the world. We were even less sure that we wanted the world to end than Crowley and Aziraphale, and were out to stop the Antichrist, and his posse, and the Four Motorcyclists, but... he did it himself."
"Who did?"
"Adam! He had grown up a normal life, and was able to think that the world didn't have to come to an end. So he just refused to go forward with the plan. Those three friends of his, apparently they were able to get rid of the embodiments of War, Famine and Pollution. And then Adam managed to get Death to go away as well. I mean, not really, just got him to fly off... I don't know. And then Heaven and Hell tried to convince Adam, and we almost thought that they'd got him, but Aziraphale was brilliant. He pointed out that this was the ineffable plan, and that we can't know exactly what God is planning. That convinced them."
Jin Ah considered this and Charlotte gave a little secretive smile.
"Then, later, we - me and Anathema - got a package in the mail. And it was Further Nife and Accurate Prophecies. We decided not to look inside."
"Why not?"
"It's... complicated. But in the end we burned it. Though, apparently not, because it just barely showed up in Aziraphale's shop. But now, I suppose, the prophecies in that book are just starting to be fulfilled. That's why Anathema said the things she did. It was all part of the prophecies. There are a lot more things going on than we originally thought."
Charlotte's grin was too great to be contained on her face. "Did you hear that, Jin Ah?" she said excitedly. "We're in a prophecy! Us! OhmygoshohmygoshohmyGOSH! This is just SO COOL!"
JinAh smiled weakly. "Yes, that's very nice, but, uh … did you say … the end of the world?"
"Yes," said Newt. "It was all very … fast, though. I don't really remember much."
"And did you say the Four Motorcyclists? Who are they?"
"You know," said Newt. "War, Famine, Pollution, and Death."
"I thought there were four Horsemen," Jin Ah said, "and it was Pestilence, not Pollution."
"I think Anathema said something about Pestilence retiring," said Newt. "And even anthropomorphic personifications change with the times, I guess."
You may be wondering why Aziraphale and Crowley were being so quiet during this discussion about something which had been so important in their lives, and they had a very good reason for it. The reason was that the two of them had been having a loud, silent discussion in their heads ever since they got in the car.
It went something like this:
Aziraphale: Why didn't you come sooner?
Crowley: I came as soon as I could! And those two girls were holding me up! Besides, if what Anathema says is true, then it was all Fate, anyway.
Aziraphale: WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE, CROWLEY. Yes, Anathema. Did you put that book in my store? And why didn't you tell me, Crowley? I thought we trusted each other!
Crowley: Well, I … I thought … I thought you had too much on your plate, as it was, and come on, we both know that you would have gone all obsessive and poured through the whole thing and obsessed over it and took notes, and it was the day before we were going to go play golf, and it would have been so boring you just sitting there. Besides, I didn't think it would all happen so soon! I assumed we'd have at least another century for me to tell you!
Aziraphale: A century? You were going to wait a century? For something of this magnitude? Crowley, I - WATCH OUT FOR THAT PEDESTRIAN, CROWLEY - I can't believe this of you! I mean, yes, you're a demon, technically, but I thought you'd developed responsibility and trust and all that!
Crowley: I'm not in the mood, Aziraphale.
Aziraphale: Well, I always said that evil pays the price for its own wickedness. You must be regretting not giving it to me sooner.
Crowley: Aziraphale, I said, I'm not in the mood.
Aziraphale: And who's fault is that? Yours.
Crowley: Aziraphale, for an angel, you are one of the most annoying beings I have ever met, and considering that I'm a demon bent on corrupting humanity, that's saying something. I admit, I should probably have told you sooner, but -
Aziraphale: CROWLEY, WATCH OUT FOR THAT BUILDING.
*silence*
Aziraphale: You know, Crowley, maybe I should drive.
Crowley: One scratch, angel, and … you'll have to pay next time we take lunch together.
Aziraphale: Crowley, I highly doubt that I could do much worse to your car than drive it so fast it catches fire.
Crowley: There were extenuating circumstances!
Aziraphale: Yes, but you didn't have to drive your Bentley! You could have run there! We both know that you have enough stamina for that, whereas I was stuck in the body of a sixty-year-old woman.
Crowley: But I would have been all sweaty when I got there.
Aziraphale: So? You were trying to save the world, weren't you?
Crowley: But … the Bentley has style, Aziraphale. The sunglasses have style. The suit has style.
Aziraphale: Ah yes, of course, style. That's the first thing we should be thinking about when we're fulfilling prophecies, isn't it? Crowley, you can be so mind-bogglingly idiotic at times.
At this point, the other people in the car broke in.
"Mr. Aziraphale?" said Charlotte. "Er … how come … he was driving the car when we started, wasn't he? But how are you driving it now?"
"You must have been mistaken," said Aziraphale, who was primly keeping his eyes on the road.
Jin Ah poked her friend. "Charlotte, remember that we are in a car being driven by an angel, previously driven by a demon, and we are meddling in occult forces that probably ought not be meddled in but are really quite fun."
"Oh, right," said Charlotte. "In any case, I'm quite glad you're driving. Mr. Crowley dresses quite nicely, but his driving leaves something to be desired. I'm sure we actually drove off the highway almost up a tree at one point, except I wasn't sure if I should say anything."
There was a silence where Aziraphale looked at Crowley and Crowley stuck his hands in his pockets, whistled, and pretended not to notice.
Meanwhile, in the Wasabi:
"It ruddy well is!"
"It ruddy well isn't!""
"Says who?"
"Says the President of the United States!"
"No he doesn't! Why would he care about Norse gods walking the earth?"
"'Cause he could use 'em for battlin' in the wars and stuff! An' he hasn't used 'em, so they can't of. They all went away a long time ago. They're probably helpin' aliens with their battlin', now."
Adam thought about Norse gods and aliens for a moment and had to bitterly commend Pepper for the idea. He wasn't going to stop arguing his point, though. "Yeah, but who says they can't of come back? They could of come back sometime and the President didn' even know it."
"I bet they failed to save Mars," said Pepper, getting wind of her theory now. "An' then they wen' over here an' gave up after there was no more battlin' left to do, and now they've gone off to Jupiter!"
"Actually, I think Jupiter is uninhabitable," cut in Wensleydale, much to Adam's relief. "There's lots of storms goin' on there and all that, all this lightning and clouds. Made out of nothin' but weather."
"See!" said Pepper, thinking this to further prove her idea. "Thor's makin' it all stormy there, and that's why it's uninhabitable!"
Adam licked his lips and got ready for another retort. "When's the last time they checked how the weather's over there, then?"
The rest of the Them shrugged.
"I suppose they're just assumin'," offered Brian.
"See?" said Adam. "I heard there's been a big storm in Northern Ireland last week, blew over lamp posts and stuff! It could start headin' here to Tadfield right now!"
A deafening clap of thunder shook the skies.
Anathema, who had been gritting her teeth from having to listen to their shenanigans, hit her head against the wheel while the other three Them groaned at Adam for making it storm.
"Sorry," he said quietly.
There was silence for a minute inwhich they looked out at the gloom.
"I wonder how that flyin' man's doin'," said Pepper, brightening up a bit. "He might get electrocuted!"
"It's raining!" Newt said. He banged his head against his palm. "And I forgot to close the windows! Anathema is going to kill me!"
"Already closed," said Crowley tersely. He had somehow regained control of the wheel.
"Oh. I forgot you could do that."
"I thought we talked about you driving, Mr. Crowley," said Jin Ah nervously, "and why you're er, not supposed to."
"Crowley drives faster," said Aziraphale, and indeed the car seemed to be going much faster than it had gone previously - faster, in fact, than any car that Newt, Jin Ah, or Charlotte had ever been in, and that's counting roller coaster cars (footnote:Charlotte had been on two roller coasters, each just once, when her choir went on tour to Seaworld, and had found that she rather liked them. Jin Ah had been on rather more, and she loved them. It was the feeling that all the flesh on your face was trying to flee in terror.)
"I wonder why it's raining when it's been snowing for the last week..." Charlotte trailed off. "Aah!" she said suddenly. "Mr. McCoy! He's up there! And it's raining!"
"There's lightning up there in those clouds, isn't there?" Jin Ah asked. "If Mr. McCoy dies, it could mess up the whole prophecy! And we'd have to get a substitute for school, and you know how I hate substitutes!"
"Nevermind we'll have to get a substitute and a prophecy can't be fulfilled, a man will be dead because we couldn't find a way to get him to fit in one of our cars!" said Charlotte sadly. "Though the substitute thing, I admit, is pretty bad, too."
As soon as a bolt of lightning had whipped through the air very close to where he was, Ridley had immediately started dropping. He just let himself fall (it was quicker that way) and caught himself about ten feet above the ground and then touched down slowly in the field below him.
He looked on, shivered violently, and had just about no idea how he was going to get to Tadfield. He'd never actually gone there before.
"What were you doing up there, sonny?" a gruff, deep voice from behind him said. Ridley whipped around to see a very tall, very buff, and very Norse-looking man. The big man looked down at Ridley (who was 6 feet stone) with beady blue eyes.
"Uh, I was er, um... well," Ridley floundered around for words for the second time that day.
The other man ignored this. "Have you dominion over the skies now?" he asked him.
"I... what?"
"Are you the god of the Sky on Earth, having come to replace me?"
"...Replace you?"
"Yes! For I am Thor, Once Mighty God of This Earth, having gone to help or thwart other worlds, and have come back to this one!"
Ridley blinked. Thor? Really? This day was only getting stranger...
"W-why?" he asked half-heartedly.
"I have been called! Called by the one person on this earth who can."
"And who's that?" His words were bland and tired. His hair was steadily getting more and more soaked, and he clutched his not very water resistant coat more tightly.
"I don't know," he said. "I was... rather hoping you did. Now, what is your name, god of Sky?"
"Er... Ridley."
"Ridley? Really?"
"...Yes."
"...It doesn't really have that much of a punch to it, does it?"
Ridley thought. "I... suppose not," he said. "I'd never really thought about it."
Thor grunted.
"So, where are Odin and Loki?" asked Ridley, just for kicks.
"They should be coming soon, I don't know what could be holding them up. Haven't seen them in a long time... Odin's been on Pluto, you know. Quite lonely out there. I had Jupiter, much more exciting. Have no idea why someone would want to go and live on a big rock all alone."
"I don't know," said Ridley quietly. "Maybe he'd want to go and settle down for a while, have a quiet, peaceful life..." The rain kept pelting.
Thor snorted.
"Anyway, you look troubled, Ridley. What's the matter?"
"Well, I'm trying to get to Lower Tadfield."
There was a pause. "Where is this... lowering of a tad of the field?"
They looked at each other for a moment, equally vacant expressions on their faces.
"Right, you've been on Jupiter," nodded Ridley. "Well, it's over there," he pointed in the direction he had been going (hoping it was still the right way), "and I'm having rather a hard time getting there because of the storm and weather."
"Oh," said Thor.. "I seem to have forgotten myself. Sorry."
Immediately, the skies seemed to clear.
"There, I'll leave you about an hour or so to get there safely. But I must start the storm again after that, for only then will Odin, Loki, and my brothers be able to find me. Travel safely!"
"Alright..."
Ridley took off again, a bit uneasily. He hadn't been used to anyone watching while he started flying, and now he could feel this strange man's eyes planted firmly on his back. Once he was in the clear and sunny sky, though, it wasn't so hard. He just had to follow the highway and hope that he could catch up with the Bentley and the Wasabi up there ahead...
"It's sunny outside!" Brian exclaimed, and the others bent over to look out the windows and above them. Sure enough, the sky was blue.
"Where are the Norse gods now?" asked Pepper smugly from the passenger seat.
Anathema tried to ignore them, as she had been doing for the entire ride.
"Almost there!" she said brightly, with a gleam in her eye. Why, oh why had she agreed to take the Them in a car alone?
"Um, Anathema," Wensleydale pointed out, "we're still twenty minutes away."
Adam looked at Anathema's brittle smile and took pity on her. "No, we're not, Wensley," he said. "Seems to me like you need new glasses."
"I stand corrected," Wensleydale muttered, shooting Adam a look.
"Sit corrected," Brian pointed out.
Wensleydale gave Brian a severely aggrieved expression.
Brian looked at him a while and slowly and uncomfortably turned his head away.
Anathema ignored this and sighed with relief. Only half a minute, then, assuming Newt's Wasabi agreed to park this time (footnote: There had been a time when it had stolidly refused the only available spot in a crowded parking lot on the excuse that the car next to it was a Mercedes-Benz, and those were snobby. Newt had spent an hour arguing with it, getting steadily more crazed, until the Benz's owner had arrived, staring at him, and driven his car away.). The only problem was that the other car would still take fifteen to twenty minutes to arrive …
There was a whoosh sound created by metal decelerating extremely quickly, and she glanced at the rearview mirror to see the Bentley. Newt, Jin Ah, and Charlotte all looked traumatized, and Aziraphale looked mildly nauseous. Crowley was grinning (footnote: Rather madly, one might say, if one didn't know any better.).
Ah, yes. Crowley had been driving. That would explain the speed. Also the fact that there appeared to be half a tree impaled in the side of the Bentley's front wheel.
"Is he expecting me to fix that for him again?" asked Adam bemusedly.
"No, I think he can handle it," said Anathema. "It's only metal and rubber, after all. If he had scratched the paint, that would have been different."
"Ah, I see," said Adam.
They had reached the cottage.
"Home sweet home!" Anathema said madly, stopping the Wasabi abruptly outside her house. She ran out of the car, and when Newt had gotten out of the Bentley she ran to him and threw her arms around his shoulders.
"I concur. You should have taken shotgun."
"The Them being chatty, were they?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
Charlotte and Jin Ah had gotten out on the other side and were inspecting the front wheel with Crowley. Jin Ah looked horrified, yet intruiged, while Charlotte wore a slightly crazed smile. Aziraphale took one glance at it, gave Crowley a pointed look, and suddenly it was as if the injury had never afflicted the ancient wheel.
"Wow," the girls said together. Their powers were awesome.
Even more suddenly than it had gone, the storm came back again. It blew and howled and whistled, then it rained, and then the blue fire lit the sky in an instant, and then another came, too.
"This weather's mad!" exclaimed Brian.
"The flyin' man's still not here," said Adam.
They stood there in the rain for a moment, unsure of what to do. For some reason, the meeting couldn't kick off without the guy who flied.
Just then, Crowley's ears pricked. "Does.. anyone hear something?"
The others immediately started listening carefully.
"I think I hear something," said Jin Ah.
"Yeah, me too," said Charlotte.
A pause. The others couldn't hear a thing.
"It's kinda...high pitched," she continued.
Adam turned around, looked up, and saw something in the sky.
"There he is!" he shouted over the storm.
They all peered out, and saw a small dot that appeared to get larger and larger until they saw that it was actually a man, screaming for the fright of falling out of the sky.
Before they knew it, Ridley McCoy had landed right on top of the black Bentley, and slid off onto the ground and let out a long groan.
"Oh gosh, are you alright, Mr. McCoy?" asked Charlotte urgently.
After lying still for a moment, Ridley nodded rigidly, rolled onto his side and slowly stood up from there. He was sopping wet.
"No broken bones," he said quietly, "but next time, I'm riding with you guys."
Jin Ah: AN: JUS CUZ WRE N DA STRY DUZNT MEEN WER MARTY SUUES!1! stop flmign gys!111 f I dnot gett fiv god rvews m gnna go ct ym wrsts cuz im so deprzed!1!
... just kidding.
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