Between the accident near Braintree and the line for the Egg McMuffin, Emily had used up all the extra time she'd allowed. "No big deal," Emily told Fergus, who was along for the ride -- his first in a horseless carriage. "We'll be there in plenty of time for the eight o'clock," she added, swinging out between two eighteen-wheelers into the passing lane. Fergus was sitting next to her, his upper body ramrod straight against the back of the seat, his face a study in pale fear. "Ye drive like a madman," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm only doing sixty," she protested. "To pass over sixty miles of land in one hour is unnatural." She hooted. "This, from someone who can zip through time and space in the blink of an eye. How do you do that exactly? How did you get back from Talbot Manor on the night of the fire?" "'Tisn't a bodily experience. I'm somewhere, and then I'm somewhere else. That's all. It's only when I make the effort to be present in the physical reality that I feel a little of what ye do.
