"Now we'll see what's going on around here!" he replied.
It was when a man dressed in a lab coat plunged from the sky and
slammed into their hood, pitching the car forward and then back onto
its wheels as the body rolled off the windshield and into the alleyway
behind them that Ritchie finally applied the brakes. The wagon skidded
to a stop, turning as it slid until the vehicle became lodged in the
narrow alley. After the occupants caught their breath, Betty spoke.
"I think you hit him," she said.
"I didn't hit him, he hit me!" Ritchie replied.
"Look at the hood! The car's totaled!" Tom cried.
"He fell on us! How could I know he was going jump and land on my
car?!"
"Who are they?" Alona asked, looking past Tom as they sat pressed
against the door.
"Who?" Ritchie asked.
"That old guy and... isn't that what's-her-name from Osco?"
"Do the doors still work?" Betty asked in a shaky voice.
They did, and the four of them crawled out the driver's side and slowly
made their way on unsteady feet toward the body.
"You got one!" shouted the old man.
"Justin.
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