Hello Everyone! I wrote a short story a long time ago called Station Platform, and was inspired to add to the story. But it has been so long that I didn't really want to add chapters to the same story. What if you notice that my writing style changed? What if it-gasp!-is worse now than it was before? So I've created a new story! Think of the other one as a prequel. If you like it better than this one, go ahead and pretend this one doesn't exist. Or pretend they both don't exist. I won't mind. I wrote it for fun, so please read it for fun. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Have a great day!

CHAPTER ONE

"It's not my car." Tina repeated, for the umpteenth time. "I don't have a car; I'm still saving up for one. Can I go now?"

"Young lady, please cooperate." The lady detective said, "These photos show the damage, and the car is definitely registered to you. There's no use denying it."

"But it's not my car," Tina said again, "When my Dad gets here he can show you whatever paperwork you like. Please, you're only stopping whoever owns that car from getting it back."

The detective sighed, and turned to glance at her colleagues. The police officers all shrugged and then pretended to look busy, so the detective sighed again.

"Look." She said, "You're here because your car was impounded after it crashed into the bookstore where you work. The car is registered to you, and there's a record of you paying insurance on it. Please put this behind us so we can move forward here."

"It's really not mine," Tina said.

At that moment, the police station door opened. A man rushed into the building and was at the reception desk before the front door had even closed.

"I'm Michael Knight," he said, "My car was impounded, and is in your back lot."

"Knight, Knight..." said the acting receptionist, an officer who happened to be at the desk, "We don't have a record here. What's the license plate?"

"Knight," the man repeated, "K-N-I-G-H-T. It's definitely in the back lot, I got a call...er, yeah. I got a call that it was there."

"It doesn't look like we called you," the receptionist said. "Hey, wait a minute. That's not your car."

"Of course it is," Michael said, before rattling off the make and model. "And I can give you the VIN number too," he said.

"Wait just a minute here," the lady detective interjected, "That car belongs to this young lady."

"It doesn't, I don't have a car." Tina said.

"But wait a minute..." the receptionist said, "We definitely saw that the insurance was being paid by Miss Tina's family, and all the online records-"

"Let's straighten this out," the lady detective stepped behind the reception desk, "Looks like we got our information from police records and directly from the insurance company. Do they match the documents inside the vehicle?"

"We couldn't open the door," a police officer across the room spoke up. "Whoever crashed it into the bookstore locked it before running away."

"I've, uh, got a spare key." Michael said, "Mind if we..."

"Alright, let's go." One of the officers stood up. "You stay here," he said to Tina, "We'll get this straightened out."

A few minutes later, they came back with some paperwork from the vehicle. It did not match what was in the system. Tina's Dad arrived just as they were in the middle of calling the insurance company.

"It has to be a hacker," one of the officers suggested, "How else could the information just change in the system like that? It all disappeared when they refreshed the page."

"Is my daughter free to go?" Tina's Dad asked, straight to the point.

By this time the police were sure that Tina did not own the offending vehicle, and apologized before telling her she could go.

"Can I have Kitt now?" Tina heard the man ask as she and her Dad left the building.

"What?"

"I mean my car."

"Just so you know, someone drove it into the bookstore-" The police station door finally closed.

"Thank goodness that's over," Dad said as they got in the car.

"Definitely." Tina agreed.

"So, it seems like I got all the luck today. Thank you for your share." Dad continued as he started the car.

"What happened?"

"Promotion at work. I can finally talk about it; I'm even moving to a new office."

"That's great Dad!" Tina said.

"Yup! Although the commute may be a little rough, since it's on the other side of the bridge. If it gets too bad we may have to think about moving across town. It's also close to that college you're interested in."

"Where is it, then?"

"Let me think of a good landmark...oh, it's near that Castle building. The Foundation for something or other."

"Oh that place! That's a nice area." Tina said, "Good job, Dad!"