[Bastien's hardly left the pavement before the van lurches forward again, impulsive like an animal. It sends a ripple through the pedestrians around it—flinching back, scattering, reaching to grasp after the edge of the open air back end like there might be some way of keeping it there by force—]
Apologies, pardon us! Thank you, [Wysteria squawks, steering hard over through a gap. The phaeton shoots forward through it, leaping back off the curb and onto the roadway where it accelerates rapidly. For good measure (and in deference to the spiderwebbed windshield), Wysteria keeps her head poked out the driver's side window in an effort to avoid striking any other roving companions.]
I'm so pleased we found you, Mister Dickerson! Imagine if we'd left you behind.
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Apologies, pardon us! Thank you, [Wysteria squawks, steering hard over through a gap. The phaeton shoots forward through it, leaping back off the curb and onto the roadway where it accelerates rapidly. For good measure (and in deference to the spiderwebbed windshield), Wysteria keeps her head poked out the driver's side window in an effort to avoid striking any other roving companions.]
I'm so pleased we found you, Mister Dickerson! Imagine if we'd left you behind.
[Sure. Found him. That's what happened.]