“A long oath made me aware that someone was with me, and the voice was impossible not to recognize. two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van’s body.

Then his hands moved so fast they blurred. one was suddenly gripping under the body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like a rag’s doll, till they hit the tire of the tan car. a groaning metallic thud hurt my ears, and the van settled, glass popping, onto the ashalt- exactly where, a second ago, my legs have been.”