“No, seriously. It’s like all this stuff happens in the world and we just have to guess how. You’re doing it, but then it’s over. And then it’s just gone. But not me. I don’t have to guess. I can see it anytime I want. I know, like in slow motion, how I did it. People can do all these things, but they don’t know it, because it goes by so fast that they can’t understand. I just can. Now. A little bit.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, cool story, right? But why do you care about the video?”

“Oh, shit. How?” Marcelline yelled. She was looking in the mirror.

John’s red car was streaking up behind them.

Marcelline sped up. A lot. Carly pulled her seat belt at the hip the way her mother did when John drove too fast. Carly turned in her seat to watch him coming.

“Do you know where we are?” Marcelline was looking from the road ahead to the road behind in the mirror so fast, Carly didn’t know how she was seeing anything at all.

“No!”

“Can you look? Pull up a map or something? We need to go where there are lots of people.”

Carly did. They took a left. Not far down, Marcelline took a right and another right and, like stepping through a door into a party, there was traffic. People everywhere. And no John.

Carly felt the absurdity of her question before she said it, like they were in a movie. “Did we lose him?”

“I think so.”

But a few blocks up, his car nosed up to an intersection ahead.

“Oh, come on!” Marcelline smacked the steering wheel. “Son of a bitch!”

A sheriff’s cruiser turned in from the left a few cars ahead of them.

“Hey, hey! Look!” Carly flapped and pointed.

Marcelline laid a calming hand on her arm, gently pushed it down, and also eased her foot off the gas. “I see him.”

The cop passed John. They passed John. Carly looked over at his straight silhouette behind the windshield, but Marcelline didn’t.

“No, speed up!” Carly said. “Catch up to him! Flash your lights or something!”

Carly looked behind them. John let two big gaps pass him by before he turned.

“I can’t,” said Marcelline.

The cold bubble of fear slipped up through Carly again. “Why not?”

“Ask me later. I cannot do all of this at the same time.” Marcelline checked the mirrors a lot and slowly maneuvered them behind the police officer.

Carly watched John fall farther behind until the red flash of his car streaked off onto a highway ramp.

“He’s gone.”

A green arrow lit up above the left lane. “I’ve got to get off the road,” Marcelline said.