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	Nonsuch's reaction seemed to amuse Evil Eye, who began laughing hysterically. If any [i]normal[/i] magical girls were watching, they would have judged the pair of them certifiably insane, perhaps rightfully so. Who could say for sure what was going through their minds, as an outside observer? Evil Eye's speed was probably close to 200 kilometers per hour and climbing, swerving between cars while having her back turned from the road ahead of her—one arm slung over the handlebar of her motorcycle, the other over her unconscious partner, in what would otherwise be a romantic embrace were it not so [i]absurd.[/i] There was utility in turning back to look directly at Nonsuch of course—her hypnotic gaze would make it difficult for her pursuer to match her movements precisely enough to catch her—but why had she endangered herself so readily to begin with? There had to be more at stake than one light girl and a measly dinner. Did she have something to prove?

	It would be useless to ask Evil Eye such questions, of course; her personality was as frustratingly evasive as her driving. If asked she would probably just point out that Nonsuch was equally insane for chasing her down the highway like a spurned lover with an axe to grind and a Hollywood slasher face to match. It was moot, anyway. Only their weapons could speak loudly enough for their thoughts to reach through the roar of the motorcycle. Evil Eye jolted in her seat as her rival's hammer slammed into the pavement, eliciting a confused panic from the drivers behind her as they moved to evade an explosive force they couldn't see. Evil Eye laughed even harder as the girl was covered in the exhaust of her bike, a smell which seemed to persist no matter which way Evil Eye swerved. In fact, her laughing was now impossibly audible, coming from multiple directions. Nonsuch could even hear it echoing from behind her, but surely by now she knew that it wasn't a real sound.

	If she kept looking at Evil Eye, visual hallucinations would come next: the horrible image of Evil Eye crying tears of blood, giving life to even more of those vile monsters, enough to engulf Nonsuch and suffocate her to death were every one of them real. Then, there would be multiple bikes to chase. It would be a complete nightmare to contend with—but it wouldn't last for too long. Luckily for her, Evil Eye's destination was fast approaching, and the only way to keep moving forward was to ditch the bike and fly up the mountain, or take the tunnel. In what she would later learn was a foolish gambit, she took the tunnel. With no "eyes in the sky" to help her, she was forced to look away from Nonsuch, and pray the hallucinations she would already be suffering would be enough to keep her from following. [color=#990000]"Kindly chase some phantom up the side of the mountain, will you? Can't you see I'm busy trying to kidnap someone?"[/color] she said irritably.

	As Evil Eye entered the tunnel, she lowered her speed just enough to round a bend, but there was no more traffic to weave through. Suddenly, there was an abrupt blockade. Nonsuch hadn't caught the only drunk driver on the road this night. A flash of genuine panic showed on the girl's face as she did the only thing she could do, slamming the brakes and swerving toward the tiny gap between the leftmost car and the wall. Failing to lose enough speed, she drove right up onto the concrete barricade and began riding along it, holding her handlebar as absolutely still as she could in a delicate balance of trying not to fall off to one side or grind against the wall of the tunnel proper. A look of impotent rage flashed in her eyes as a single errant thought—that she was losing too much speed—tempted her hands to twitch, and her eyes to switch perspectives. A fury unlike any she'd ever mustered before forced her hands to stay steady in a death grip, and her eyes to stay glued to the end of the tunnel that was quickly approaching. As soon as she got out, she could check on Nonsuch and Homura's positions.

	She just needed a few more seconds...