“Good job. Now you have light. Less scary right?”
“I’m hot. Mommy, can I come out now?” I asked.
“Soon, sweetheart. Now look around; do you see another panel…I mean thing covering the floor?”
I looked and saw it. “Yeah.”
“Lift it up and you will see a cable like the one Daddy uses for his video games.”
“The old games?”
“Yes, Wyatt, the old games.” She laughed again. I liked when she laughed.
“I see it, Mommy. It’s yellow.”
“Okay, pull the cable.”
I did and heard a click.
“Now push, slowly.” When the roof came up, I sat up. Mommy was right there smiling down at me.
“You were amazing, Wyatt!” She hugged me. “Tomorrow we will try with other cars.”
“I don’t like this Mommy!” I started to cry and I felt even more bad because my pants were wet.
“I know.” She hugged me. “I don’t like it either, but you are safe when you are strong. We will work on everything, one by one. I’ll be there the whole time.”
“Wyatt!” Ethan yelled at me and I jumped.
“You said not to yell,” I reminded him.
“Sorry,” he said again. “I got worried. You weren’t saying anything; I thought you were hurt.”
I frowned. “I’m fine.”
“Okay, so what is your idea?” he asked me.
I felt the walls of the car to find panels but I couldn’t. “I need to be where you are Ethan.”
“What?”
“I need to switch, come on!”
“Okay. Okay, okay. Wyatt, sit up as far as you can. Dona, slide
under him, and Wyatt, roll over us.”
“Ugh.” I rolled over Dona, who groaned, and then Ethan until I was in his place. I felt the walls again. I hoped it was like the first car; the other cars Mommy had put me in were hard.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Ethan asked when I pulled.
Just like the first car, I saw the red glow.
“I need something heavy, like a screwdriver or something,” I told him.
“I have a knife.” He put it in my hand.
“Why do you have a knife?”