Honda Man wasn’t having this. He quickly re-synched the two velocities, lining up the open windows, struggling to shorten the vital umbilicus of rage by leaning across his non-existent passenger.
“You wan I tay-ku you opf road? Huh? Huh! You wan?”
She is incredulous. “For fuck’s sake…”
“I tell you jasstu stay out my fuck way, man – stupid bitch!”
“I AM out of your way! You’ve got a whole frigging lane!”
“Hey, hey – HEY!”
Mark, her passenger: not so asleep anymore.
He had been yelling voice commands to get the windows back up and re-instate automatic drive; Janna almost hadn’t noticed. The little Nissan Glowe had, but was under strict instructions to ignore any vocals that weren’t Janna’s.
Janna cast her own sonic spell to reinstate auto.
The Glowe complied, taking over the controls and inspecting its destination coordinates. It turned onto York Mills and sped up a little.
Mark reached toward Janna, felt about for a bit, making sure he had a grip on both of her arms, and turned her towards him.
“What is wrong with you?”
Even as she said so, Janna felt the anger densify, reduced as it was to the space between them. Mark did not let go. “I hope you don’t do this shit when I’m not around,” he said sternly. “You could get yourself killed.”
Mark’s other, natural eye was like looking into a blue fountain on a clear day. But it was completely useless – had been since he was born. Or so he’d always said. Who knew, with Mark?
“I’m sorry, but – that guy was being a complete frickin eejit. Christ, it was just a red light!”
“Easy. Just… not worth it. ‘Kay?”
Mark stared blankly at her awhile and then let go, slumping back down into his lack-of-space curl in the passenger seat.
Janna turned her attention back to the road. She didn’t know where the Honda went, but York Mills flowed past in rich autumn colours, and they finally rounded the bend to get onto Bayview North. She was about to breath out in relief, when she saw something new in the rear-view mirror.
Something like a disorderly motorcade closed in on them from a side street they had passed just seconds ago. A subconscious calculation with speed and distance told her to start panicking.
He straightened once again in his seat.
“There’s lots of them now!”
“Lots of what?”
“Riders, Mark. Riders! Switch your bloody Gaze thing on, will you?”
Mark pressed a finger to his left temple, and the blinking red light there turned to a solid green. He turned in the cramped space to look out of the rear windshield. He saw what alarmed her, cursed softly under his breath before ordering the car to pull over. Of course, it wouldn’t.
“Jesus WEPT Janna pull the fucking car OVER.”
“What? What are you thinking! We can’t stop now?”
“Auto. Pullover,” he commanded again, uselessly. “Janna I swear. You need to just do what I’m saying or this…”
“Fine! Auto. Pullover.”
The Nissan Glowe signalled right and pulled alongside the curb to a graceful halt.
“Mark, this is insane…” Janna was shaking her head. “We should be calling the cops or something.”Tags: Janna, Mark, The Treble