Amy stopped and got her anger under control when Rose grabbed her wrist. "Right. I'm going to get him," she said to no one in particular.

She turned the key in the ignition and threw the car into gear, causing it to protest loudly, as she was being none too gentle and was out of practice driving stick. After a few seconds, everything seemed to line up properly, and she wrenched the wheel around and tore out of the driveway. At least by a certain definition of the word 'tore.' The massive whatever-it-was they were in wasn't exactly a sports car.

"Where to?" she asked, nodding to the papers on the dash.