Uri stepped off of the bike and glancing back at Gabe, raised his hands and commanded Gabe to “wait here” in a cool tone.  Gabe watched as Uri approached the car slowly and cautiously, Gabe’s breath catching in his throat.  Uri reached the rear doors and leaned forward peeking into the car.  After looking for a moment he lunged towards the front driver’s side door and pulled it open quickly, the car let out a huge creaking sound.  Gabe watched through narrowed eyes.

Two slender arms reached out from the car and pulled Uri half way into the vehicle.  Uri let out what almost sounded like a yelp.  Gabe leapt off the bike, trying to stay on his feet as the motorcycle hit the ground.  Losing his footing, Gabe fell backwards on the dirt, frightened by what was unfolding before him.  He turned and pushed himself up on his knees, preparing to run.