me and afew other people kept runningy away form Sylar. He was aboth determined and pissed, everytime we got out of his sight, screaming in anger. We eventually had someone push him over while we ran around a street corer and over by a railroad track. We started running down the track on the far side, which had awlls and trees between to blohide us. There was a guy driving a car on the tracks, we caught up to him and he gave us a ride. He started driving through fields of flowers in the dark, making wide turns, and driving onto some of the flowers. He asked someone else in the car to steer for him for a hit, while the car was spun in reverse for a turn.
He dreopped us of and somehow we floated into our original town, ithought it was hypon a big empty parkinglot where Sylar would have expected us. Dad and I set hid in atiny little childrens playhouse thing. I sugested we set up camp deep in the waoods, but he said he did’nt want to. We had been teasing some other kids about their camping habits, and thought it was hypocryit ical. Ron pointed out that some nearby town required campsites to use filtered exahust on their lites .