Somewhere outside of town . . .
"I think we're out of gas," Tommy said, checking the gauges one more time.
"Then why is smoke coming from under the hood?" Nuriko reached past him, pulled the hood release, and watched as a huge cloud of smoke emerged from the convertible's front end. "Aiiiiiiiii! This is not good! Where's my phone?"
She looked in her gigantic purse (it also doubled as a weapon in emergency situations) for her cell phone, but it was gone.
"Didn't you leave it on the counter in that last shoe store?"
"D'oh!" Now they'd have to go all the way back . . . that is, once they got the car fixed.
This was not turning out to be a good day.
