He walked to an anonymous garage beneath the house. While going down the stairs I felt like being taken to a slaughterhouse, and the start of a thriller but feeling mature I passed it aside.
One after another this place was a shock, and so was the garage. Small, big, all sizes were available in this Charlie and the Car factory. Everywhere you see, there were automobiles.
Tristan walked in the maze to a black Cadillac Escalade. He moved to the driver’s side but stopped mid-track, came back to the passengers and opened the door to the passenger’s side. He looks at me, raising his eyebrows. I pursed my lips and made my legs move and sit in the car. I whispered a small thank you and he closed the door. He moved behind the car. Five seconds and he didn’t appear. I looked behind to see no one
