A car without a governor.
A crazy, reckless driver.
Walt!
Suddenly the fatigue vanished. Fear alerted her. She stiffened. Her heart pounded. She glanced behind her, squinting.
There was a sickening wrench at her body; she felt herself twisting, being sucked out of space.
Teleportation!
She grabbed the wheel. She was almost too weak to resist. She fought off the terrible, insistent fingers, she shrank away from them; she moaned.
Walt ceased the effort.
She was limp. She struggled to marshal her resources. Her will was not yet depleted so much that she could not fight back.
She concentrated on being where she was, in the car, on the highway. She felt a futile but exhilarating surge of victory.