They were on the move. Bowman drew in a shaky breath, and then another, and felt the motion around him. Everything leaned back and forth as the car turned this way and that. He couldn’t tell which direction things went, and couldn’t even figure out how fast the thing could go. Bowman was no stranger to speed, as the fastest wood sprite in Wellwood.
I guess I’m not the fastest in Wellwood anymore, he thought bitterly. Someone else will be once they realize I’m not coming back.
Brothers Apart 