The surge pushed them all forward, if they were not safely secured in their seats with seat belts, they would all have been thrust to the front.
David's first instinct was to protect Phoebe, he turned to her immediately like a mother worried for her baby.
"Pheebs, are you okay?"
She was okay, more than okay in fact because she had already moved on from the minor car crush. She was already seeking for answers.
"What's happening?" Phoebe asked.
Her head was moving from side to side, pressed up against one of the tinted windows that she was intently trying to peek through.
Amon's bells suddenly began to shake by themselves, rattling so loudly as if a ritual was being performed. The noise was so loud that the occupants of the car winced and David even covered his ears.
Amon reached into the pocket of his jacket and took out a small water bottle and rock salt. It was never a good thing when the bells went off on their own.
