A Mind of Its Own

Breath of Fresh Air

Vincent was still in the garage. He thought about what had just happened. He was starting to regret it until Quinn walked through the door.

"Hello Honey." She tried to sound pleasant but had an edge of irritation in her voice.

"Hi?" He worriedly said.

"Maybe you should get some fresh air after what just happened."

"Good idea," he said as he opened the door. "I'll be back soon."

"Ok."

As Vincent pulled out of the driveway, Quinn went into the office where the family computer was. She furiously typed until a map popped up. She double clicked on an area.

Vincent rolled down all of the windows in the car to get a nice cross-breeze going. Vincent loved driving that car. Occasionally, he would let go of the wheel to watch the car keep itself on the road.

Vincent was caught off guard when he saw the windows start to go up.

"That's weird," he murmured. He started hitting the button, but nothing happened.

"I'll have to fix that when I get home."

Vincent was brainstorming what could have been wrong when he heard all of the doors locked. He looked down. The light that glows green when the doors are unlocked had changed into a bright fire-truck, red. He was utterly confused.

"What's happening?!"

He quickly turned the wheel and made a U-turn. He was headed home. Vincent was about halfway home when something horrible happened.

The Car.

The car turned back around and started to speed up. Vincent was horrified. He pulled on the handles,over and over, but nothing happened.

"HELP!" He screamed. He was pounding his fists on the windows.

The car pulled into what looked like a forest. It was a very dense forest. Vincent was as pale as an onion. He was also now shaking.

A pond.