"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet. "
--From Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2), William Shakespeare
Vlad shuddered for just a moment. That was close.
Luckily his intangibility had long ago become instinctual.
He looked over at Agent Karnickel. Unconscious, but not obviously hurt. The
passenger side had received the brunt of the damage. He sighed disgustedly. Complications.
How do I deal with this? He transformed quickly, and began to push
against the collapsed dashboard. Just far enough so that Vlad Masters was
fortunately not crushed. A miracle.
It was a little harder than he thought it would be. He frowned as the hood
buckled further. What did we hit? Did we slide into the concrete barrier?
He slipped through the side of the vehicle and went around to the front.
He was surprised at first, and then he began to grin.
Well, well, well…