"I tell you what, Jon...I need to get to the drugstore, right by your school. Let's transport together today."
"Mom...that seems a little dangerous," Jon exclaimed in alarm.
"What do you mean, Jon...you know that the DNA identification chip that's included in all the latest models make sure that nothing goes wrong."
"Oh...okay...so there's not a chance that our DNA might merge?"
"Of course not, silly!" his mother absentmindedly said as she stepped into the transporter, purse in hand.
She grabbed Jon's hand and pulled him in, punching a red button inside the transporter immediately after he arrived inside the machine.
"By the way, Jon...I guess then that you got the glitch fixed with your transporter that you were telling me about yesterday..." Jon's mother was saying as the room became a blur to Jon and slowly faded away.
