After putting the mirror in the trunk and making sure it was secure (she didn't want to risk breaking it), Ally got into Eric's old rusty Dodge Shadow and behind the wheel.
"What a piece of crap," she said, looking around the inside of the car. It was starting to become easier for her to talk like Eric. In fact, she actually started to like it. It made her feel dirty, something she could never feel as a 9-year old girl.
She checked Eric's wallet. Not much there. Just about twenty bucks. She was about to check his ID, but then she remembered - she already knew where he lived.
She started up the car, then drove it out onto the road. Truthfully, neither Ally nor Eric should have been behind the wheel of a car. Ally was much too young to know how to drive and Eric was almost always high. But apparently with Ally's influence, Eric wasn't as high as he was before he took his short trip through the mirror. And because Ally had Eric's memories, she knew how to drive.
Now all she needed to do was get back to Eric's apartment. Once there, she'd decide what to do next.
