I rip him off my face, smearing my makeup in the process. Philip, the miniature man-thing, was flown off my face and into the open window. I collapse of exhaustion, and after an hour's time, I eventually fell asleep on the cold, hard wood floor.
A bright shining light shined into my eyes, waking me. "Wait," I thought to myself, "didn't that window break last night?" The window in which Philip flew out of was completely unharmed. I decided it would be good for me to get out of the house, do some shopping, get some Starbucks, normal middle aged girl stuff, and get my mind off Philip.
After taking an hour getting ready, I hop in my Subaru, and drive off to the Interstate. Once getting to the appropriate speed limit, I turn on the radio. My attention was focused on the radio and road, but my instincts heard the noise in the back seat. I froze.
"Hello?" I ask shakily.
"You found me! Your turn to hide!" He yelled, while jumping on my head.
"AHHHHHHH!" I yelled so loud, I'm sure the neighboring car could here. My life flashed before my eyes as the scene through the windows exploded with green, blue, and black. The window shatered, the airbags filled with power, and the car squished against the concrete wall. Surprisingly, I only had a bloody hand and forehead, but Philip had flipped out of the car and over the low lying wall. Once again, his face peeked over the wall. His body glided into the shattered windshield, and my eyes went black.
