"Yes," says Darren, frustrated. "You are, but I'm allowed to be worried, which I am, because you are my twin and I have never in my life seen you act this way! Please. Please let me in, Savannah."
"Is it me, I can, like, pull over and wander off for ten minutes if you don't want to talk about it in front of me?"
"... Let's go with pulling over and wandering. Savannah did you suddenly just start hating our relationship? I thought you were supportive?"
"Shit, do I have my umbrella? I think I forgot my umbrella."
"Ugh, are you seriously going to make us go get rained on so you can interrogate me some more? This is so stupid, let's just keep going to the Avalon."
"Uh, yes, because you are acting like you are-" Pause. Darren trails off, before adding quietly, "Like you're possessed."
"What, no, no that's absurd!"
"... Oh my god, are you actually some person impersonating my sister?! - Thing we swore when we were eleven, what was it?!"
"Wh- ... Why does that matter, that shouldn't matter, I'm fine!"
He starts fumbling for scrolls.
Bella reaches for one of hers too. "How the fuck do we get it out," she mutters.
Scroll. Scroll is gotten -
"-Stop that," hisses Savannah, and then she grabs the back of Darren's collar and slams his head into the dashboard.
Shit.
Bella opens her door, gets out, fumbles for her phone, and goes as fast as she can on the slippery asphalt to Darren's side.
"Fucking bastards you should have just stopped poking at it," growls not-Savannah, getting out of the car to try and tackle Bella.
He says something in French, quietly, under his breath. It's not too hard of a sentence, and is says it as fast as possible.
She goes to deck Bella, and instead slams into a swirling shield of air. She's sent flying a few feet away, away from the highway and down towards the woods.
Bella opens Darren's door. "Are you okay?" She dials her dad. "I'm calling Charlie -"
"Ow," says Darren, rubbing his head and fumbling to get out of the seatbelt. "Yeah, mostly, ow."
She has Savannah's speed. They do not have very long.
"Fly?" asks Bella, scanning the highway. It is for the moment empty. "C'mon, Charlie..."