“Shut up.” Kole shouted back at Callum for his stupidly logically correct statement about how useless it is them running away from a god like being. “Wait hold on.” An idea popped into Koles head.

Still running frantically Koles thumb once again danced over the screen, touching a random picture the little screen pulled up and a few feet ahead of them down the old crumbling road a car spontaneously appeared in the air before it remembered gravity. The car was a simple grey colour and looked very much like one of those super cars Ferrari often made for the very few who could afford it. A mad sort of grin spread across Kole’s face as although he wasn’t a car enthusiast he did share that dream that everyone has to drive a very fast and expensive car, despite not having a licence or any idea of how to drive one aside from the fact that his parents drove cars.

With the rising sense of glee (“We might actually survive!”) Kole put on another spurt of speed to the cars right hand door and pulled the handle. There was a dull thud and the door remained closed. Koles smile twitched slightly and he tugged on the handle again with the same lack of success. 

Kole said a very rude word, it began with the letter F, still with that strained manic smile of his.