Tom was in the front seat of the car with his uncle. The black Morris Minor was already rusting when they bought it but what made it look really old was its quaint, flat windscreen. There were also little rust holes in the floor that let dots of light in, and a troubling mist when the roads were wet.

     They locked the door and called Tom’s uncle to stand guard. Tom was told to move away from the window but he heard what was happening. The crazy woman went back to her car but didn’t start the engine. In the event, she sat there for hours. Then her husband came and took her home.