Vox Mentis

"Drive, just drive! I'll explain later!"

Hahhaha we have no idea what's going on but most importantly we need to leave, like, now. Very now.

drive drive gooooo

"Long story, ran into a pole, no idea what's going on, just drive!"

She fumbles with the keys as she reaches for the ignition. "Okay, okay, just... stay still. Oh my god. I'll take you to a hospital or something. Alright? Are you okay?"

"Mmf." You feel relief. Weight steals through your body. You wonder if it's okay to slide into unconsciousness. It seems out of your hands now. Melinda will drive to safety. This car is a tank; you'd mocked it before, because it's so big and she's so tiny but they're equally aggressive, and now it's going to save you. You might as well close your eyes a moment.

When you open them, Melinda is looking at you. You blink. You have the feeling you've fallen asleep. "Why..." You sit up.

"Shhh."

"Are we moving?" You're not moving. "Why aren't we moving?"

"Just stay in your seat, until they get here," Melinda says. "That's the important thing."

You turn in your seat. The glass is fogged over. You can't see what's out there. "Melinda. Drive. Now."

She tucks a wisp of hair behind one ear. She does that when she's remembering something. You could see her across a room, talking to somebody, and know she's relating a memory. "Remember the day you met my parents? You were freaking out because you thought we were going to be late. But we weren't. We weren't late, Nick."

You rub condensation from the window. Through the whiteout, men in brown suits jog towards you. "Drive! Mel! Drive!"

"This is just like then," she says. "Everything's going to be fine."