Was this like a coma dream or something? He didn't even have time to stop Barty jumping into a road and then he fucking did that. He stared at him in fascination as he told the people what to do, so calm and expectant. And they did it. They fucking did it. The weird man jacked a ride with no violence or anything. Hell, the guy just gave him the car.

Just like that, it was his. He wanted it, he took it and then he had it. It was incredible.

He laughed again, disbelief and fascination as he didn't waste any time running around the side of the car and getting in. Damn, this was a good car. "Okay, you got to fucking tell me how you did that." Bill asked as he looked in the rearview mirror and saw his bloody face. "Shit."

He raised his Man U shirt to his face and started to clean his blood from his face as best he could. "You're like a fucking -- magician."