They went right for the car. Gramps attached another bug-like device to the hood.

     The car disappeared. ​

     Then, within seconds, the street Trevor's lived on for as long as he could remember filled with police cars.

     "Get in," Gramps said. "Quickly." 

     Again, it was like being in the dark. Trevor had to feel his way around to the passenger's side of the car. 

     Once inside, Gramps said, "Strap yourself in. We're about to do a little something...unorthodox." 

​     He steered the car off the street onto the sidewalk.

     Then stopped. Two cops stood in the middle of the sidewalk gabbing away. Gramps put the car in reverse. Back they went. Slowly. Luckily, in that direction, there were no pedestrians, cops or otherwise, on the sidewalk until they got to the end of Trevor's block. They then returned to the street and drove away. Two blocks down the road: 

     "Hi," Gramps said. He, along with the car, returned to visibility.

     "Hi," Trevor said, at which point he, too, became visible. 

     "Hey, that's some family you've got there," Gramps said. "Ever think of running away?"

     "All the time."  ​

     "Well, it looks like you're about to get your wish."

CONTINUE