Ben seemed in better spirits when we found him.
“Hey, what happened?” he asked as we approached him.
“Mission accomplished,” Gage said. “Alex was a superstar.”
“Awesome. My ankle’s already feeling a little better.”
“Great,” I said. “Let’s get back to Larry and wait for Triple A to get us the hell out of here.”
Gage and I flanked Ben, each helping support his weight as we started back around the loop to find Larry.
Within minutes, twin lights appeared behind us.
“If that’s a ghost, I’m going to freak out,” Ben stated.
You’re not the only one. Only problem is do I try to carry you as I run shrieking out of the woods?
But it was only Larry. I should have been more surprised that his car miraculously started working again once we’d returned the possessions, but I wasn’t.
Larry asked
