Eldon grimaced as he recalled the fuzzy memories from the mind-controlled group-sex that Oberon was referring to. That hadn't been their decision, and he was more than happy to never have another.
Just as he opened his mouth to let Oberon know which hole he could shove that suggestion into, the Orange Bubble lurched.
"What the…" Lyden announced from the back as the magical car jerked again.
Shlee sprawled into his lap, and Eldon struggled to help her get upright when the car flipped onto its driver's side, and a horrendous screech sounded next to him.
"What happened?" Eldon asked as Shlee and he disentangled from each other. The car had come to a stop, but his head rang from a blow he took in the process.
"I don't know," his father said, concern thick in his voice. "The Orange Bubble is almost always smooth to ride in, unless… What's that?"
Eldon rubbed at his ears, trying to will away the ringing, but it was Shlee who answered as the car shook again.
