Even if she couldn't clearly form the thought 'I'm saved,' hope was an instinctual fuel that set her blood racing. But in the next second, the driver did something unexpected, yet perfectly logical.
It reached out again and, with a CLICK, turned the radio back off.
Mai Mingle sat stunned in her seat.
Her thoughts were still ricocheting like a ping-pong ball between four high walls.
After being pulled back into the car, she was no longer leaning against the window. Instead, her body was slumped toward the driver's seat, bringing the car radio right into her line of sight—so close, and yet so far.
The driver was mumbling, "I'm in the car. I can just drive away... You can keep looking. By the time you find me, she'll have already melted in my seat. I wonder what kind of resident will be born..."
It was a creature of action. The taxi immediately started up again, driving silently into the night ahead.
The car radio remained silent.
