Rain poured through the widening hole in the roof—normal, relentless silver sheets—but the moment each drop crossed the portal's edge it froze into black-glass needles that spun lazily in orbit around Phei before spiraling inward and disappearing forever.
The windshield folded like paper origami made of light—then collapsed into a single point of black nothing.
The steering wheel twisted in on itself—still turning uselessly in empty air—until it too folded inward and was gone.
Melissa's scream died in her throat—choked off by awe and terror. The car did not slow down for once... it went faster and faster while all this was happening!
She stared—wide-eyed, frozen—hands still cradling Phei's head as the seat beneath them began to unravel.
