Cade glanced at Andrea and decided that things could most definitely be worse. From the top floor they took the stairs to the roof and Mandi retrieved her flattened can from its hideaway under the eaves. After she put it in place to keep the door from locking, she turned to Andrea and Cade and put her hands on her hips. In a dead serious tone, Mandi said, "I'm afraid it's time to choose, Ed." A trick? A trap? For what reason? No point in trying to escape, in any case. "Could you be just a bit more specific?" he asked. Noddingly indicating Andrea, Mandi said, "You have to choose which of us will carry you." Hm. He hadn't known that Andrea could fly. Cool. Maybe that meant that flight was one of the powers he'd have later. "You mean you aren't going to fight over me?" Andrea snorted and groaned softly, "Oh, yeah, right." Cade glanced at her and said, "Hey, it was just a thought." Shrugging, he told Mandi, "Whoever wants to haul me may do so. I know better than to choose between goddesses. Need a coin to toss?" "Oh, never mind," said Mandi, and she wrapped her arms around Cade and lifted them into the evening sky. After two minutes of flying eastward they landed among some trees near a very new-looking restaurant. It was a bit crowded, as is normal for new places, but Andrea opined that the crowd would act in their favor because nobody'd notice the number of times Cade visited the serving lines. Almost two hours later Cade felt pretty much full for the first time in two days. Andrea had been right, for the most part. Only one of the waitresses had noticed that Cade seemed to be packing away inordinate amounts of food, and while she watched with a certain amount of amazement, she apparently said nothing about it. On the way back to the hotel, Andrea suddenly dropped away from them like a stone falling toward the ground and Cade almost lost the dinner he'd spent all that time consuming when Mandi followed her in the same manner. Looking down, he saw where Andrea was going. A tanker truck had maneuvered to refill a local gas station's underground tanks and a yellow pickup truck in the alley behind the station was heading straight for the truck at about fifty miles per hour. As they neared the ground, they could see the driver slumped on the steering wheel. As Andrea flew to deal with the pickup, Mandi landed to set Cade down and flew to join Andrea. Everything seemed well in hand, but an unanticipated wild card in the form of a blue Ford sedan entered the parking lot behind the tanker truck. The driver couldn't take his eyes off the two flying women and didn't have sense enough to stop the car. The Ford hit a light pole and one of the wires above snapped with a sound like a rifle shot, then swung down and touched the concrete, where the current made it dance crazily around the car.