Ann enjoyed her dinner and then waited her chance to summon the spaceship Wildstar into a hover position high above Freedom Fields. Then she floated up to the cylinder doorway, by means of the anti-gravity triangles.

"Hello, Butler One."

"Good evening, earth time, St Ives, Miss O’Malley."

"Head for Artarmon, and I will need the infra red goggles to go over the eye slits in my mask, and you will need a few tools to go with your probes."

“I might be able to help from the inside of some of the car parts,” said Wendell.

They arrived over Adam's house at twenty past seven in the evening. Adam would have left the house at seven o'clock. Josh had told Ann that Adam always made it to the St Leonards Hotel by half past seven, to enjoy an evening there. It was within walking distance for a young fit healthy martial artist. So he never took the car. However, it was well away from the house, so that Ann O’Malley and Butler One could break into the house unnoticed. The car would be left in Adam's garage, which had a side door linking it to the kitchen.

Butler One gripped the tools in his probes, while Ann put on her infra red goggles. Then they left Wildstar in a hover position while using their anti-gravity devices to float down onto the back garden. Ann used her exohand to tear off the back door's locking mechanism, opened the door and led the way into the kitchen. She took some tools from Butler One, and then opened the door to the garage.

"There's the car. Get to it," said Ann.

"I shall commence my part of the operation immediately, Miss O’Malley."

Ann located another room in the house, and got to work with some tools of her own. They completed their tasks in an hour, and then closed the doors, and Butler One repaired and locked the mechanism that Ann had torn off the back door.

"Going... up!" said Ann, as the three of them floated back up into the night sky, to meet the awaiting spaceship Wildstar. To Wendell, the thought of flying over the suburbs at night, in a spaceship no less, was beyond the wildest dreams he’d had back on his own earth-T.

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Later that evening Adam returned home in a state of relaxation. He walked into the house, and headed for the kitchen. Something was definitely just not right. He walked out to the garage.

"Oh it gets worse. I must really have had too much to drink. I'm going to sleep," thought Adam.

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Adam slept soundly, but the subject matter of his dreams would have been considered by many psychology experts, as being realistically unsound. In his dreams, Adam was entering a strange land.

            "I'll just have to rely on my karate to survive here," he thought, "Oh, what's that?"

            A table came lumbering towards him, bending its apparently flexible wooden legs. He          aimed a roundhouse kick at the table's nearest leg, but it still seemed like he was      striking wood. He pulled his foot back in shock and turned and ran away. How could           it be that hard, when it looked like it was bending like rubber?

            He ran faster and faster, but the table was still after him.

            Suddenly the table stopped and grew more legs down to the floor on three of its sides,

            so that it became like a cage with one side open.

            "At least it's not moving now," thought Adam.

            He decided to keep running while he still had some chance to escape this haunted

            table. He heard a screech of brakes and turned to see a car coming towards him, but

            there was nobody driving it. The car horn honked away in various beeps, and Adam

            worked out that it was a morse code message telling him to get into the table cage. He

            ran faster and faster, but he could not escape the car, and it finally herded him into the

            cage, which then grew more legs on its fourth side.

            Adam was well and truly trapped.

            His karate could not help him. What would happen next?

            "Oh I wish this cage would go," he said.

            Suddenly the car drove away, made a U turn and then came charging straight at the

            cage, accelerating rapidly. Then the cage spoke.

            "So you wanted me to go," it said, "Alright, I will."

            The cage flew into the air and vanished, leaving Adam unprotected. He would never

            outrun the car. It was too late to even attempt to escape. The cage would have            protected him.

He woke up that morning just before he would have found out what the impact of the driverless car could do to him. Then he remembered the events of the preceding Friday night, and he walked out to the garage.

"Oh no, oh for Pete's sake, oh no!"

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