Will’s movements suddenly took over of their own accord. He had witnessed this phenomenon before. He found it amazing, the way it looked like he was seeing himself from a distance of a few yards. He flew above the Toyota and saw himself as he pulled the steering wheel away, preventing Kaminsky from turning the car around. Then he placed his left leg on top of Kaminsky’s leg, pressing down the pedal, because he knew that he had to be in the intersection in seconds. He couldn’t miss this meeting point, he had to reach it at any cost.
Will had already seen the approaching old fashioned Ford Sedan. He also knew the passengers’ names; they were the Heartleys. They almost missed the meeting point. There is always a problem with little boys.
Little boy …
Will had no idea why this word flashed
