Aubrey personified his powers to a point that Ghost had never encountered before. She would have to try to remember to ask him what he could do later. Usually broccoli summoners didn't complain about the nature of their broccoli, only that they were summoning broccoli instead of something "cool" like fire.

Moana got so elated at the mere mention of another mermaid that it broke Ghost's heart to share the news. "I'm afraid she moved back in with her family. Alaska or something? I wish you could have met her." And there was the matter of hooking the wagon up to her car. Well, Sebastian's car.

"Keys are in the ignition. Err... I really don't want to demolish my husband's car so try not to go until I've got the wagon rolling. The garage is going to be along this path. Just follow it around and there's a garage door opener right here that will open the gate." Ghost pointed out the important bits to Aubrey. This was a good plan. Right? Right. She nodded once to confirm this plan to herself and then trotted over to the back of the wagon where her efforts would serve them best.

"You might want to stay in the water. I don't want you to dry out."

Ghost made a show of pushing up her sleeves as if she were actually going to push the wagon. She put her hands against the rolling cart and inhaled. Where there was Ghost only moments before, now there was just a wispy amorphous cloud.

The wind picked up in an wholly unnatural way.

"Hold on tight!" Her words echoed down the jet stream.

She focused the wind like a funnel, careful not to make the flow too narrow or concentrated so that she would not break the glass. The wheels creaked, happy to stay in their settled little ruts, but eventually they turned over. And once the wheel started turning it became easier and easier to push it along.

Objects in motion and all that.

"Keys are in the ignition. Err... I really don't want to demolish my husband's car so try not to go until I've got the wagon rolling. The garage is going to be along this path. Just follow it around and there's a garage door opener right here that will open the gate."

Aubrey nodded and made his way to the side of the car. "I'll be easy on it," he responded, inspecting the old Buick more closely. He hoped it was going to be able to handle pulling the tank. What a great first impression it would be to wreck someone's vehicle, when they were just trying to help out.

He got in, closing the door gently after him. The passenger window was still down, but Aubrey rolled his down too, to make sure he was able to hear anything Ghost was saying. He turned the key, the engine sputtering to life. 'Here we go,' he thought nervously. He held the clutch, waiting for Ghost's command to start moving.

"Hold on tight!" With that, Aubrey felt the wagon start to push forward. Slowly, he let off the clutch, trading it for the gas once the clutch caught. Aubrey winced as the car lurched forward a little, hoping the wagon had begun moving enough so that the car hadn't been hurt by the sudden movement. Slowly, he allowed the car to inch forward, gradually picking up speed. The wagon seemed to be complying, and Aubrey was happy for that.

Once the car and wagon were moving at a steady, albeit slow, pace, Aubrey relaxed a little. This wasn't so bad. At least he hadn't hurt the old Buick. He wasn't sure if he would have ever found a way to make up for that.

"Boo!"

"What the hell!?" Aubrey blurted after nearly jumping out of the seat in surprise. The movement caused him to accidentally hit the gas more, which in turn made the car jump forward suddenly. He cursed silently and adjusted the speed, hoping the lurching hadn't had any negative consequences. "Are you crazy?" he spat at Aphos, who had stuck his face right up next to Aubrey's. Aubrey glared while the familiar laughed, taking great pleasure from having spooked him.

"Why so jumpy, kid? You really should relax," the spirit chuckled.

"I was relaxing, until you showed up," he growled quietly, suddenly realizing someone might have heard his outburst. Great, now I'm going to look like a freak, talking to myself. He sighed.

"Good, that means I'm doing my job." Aphos leaned back in the passenger seat, throwing his feet on the dash and folding his hands behind his head. "Come on, Gramps, the gas is on the right," he grumbled. He turned his head toward the window, resuming his speech as if Aubrey weren't able to hear him. "Freaking Sunday drivers, I hate 'em. Good for nothing losers too scared to pick up a little speed."

Aubrey rolled his eyes. Why? Why him?

He followed the path, the garage coming into view. They were almost there, and the car was still in one piece. So far, so good.

When they had gotten close enough to the garage, Aubrey used the device Ghost had pointed out earlier to open the door. He slowed down a little, trying to avoid a sudden stop, as that would be almost as likely to damage the car as a sudden start. The whole law of inertia and everything...

Once inside the structure, the car and wagon rolled to a stop, with Aubrey maneuvering the clutch and brake so that the engine didn't die. He put the Buick in park and turned off the ignition. He opened the door and climbed out, moving around to the back of the wagon so he was closer to Moana and Ghost.

"I'm afraid she moved back in with her family. Alaska or something? I wish you could have met her."
Moana was only slightly disappointed she hadn’t the chance to meet the other mermaid, but was truly happy that she was safely with her family. Besides, knowing she was out there was enough. A light bit of color kissed her nose as she realized the new possibility of real-live mermen, something that Moana never had considered…

A door slammed in the Buick and it was soon in line and hitched to her tank, snapping Moana back to the present before her mind had much time to wander. Still perched on the edge of her hatch, she shook herself internally, “You’ve been very easily distracted. Snap out of it or else they’re going to think you’re rude!”

"You might want to stay in the water. I don't want you to dry out."
Moana turned, pushing up slightly on her elbows to sneak a peak at Ghost who was now on the way to the back of the wagon. She tilted her head slightly, wondering where she was getting the idea that she could dry out, but followed the suggestion any-how. After all, Moana was sure she understood the situation much less then the woman.

“Hold on tight!” Was the last thing Moana could hear and she dropped back, allowing herself to slip into the water. Noticing a sudden change in the wind as she fell, she blinked once to replace her second lids. Again the wagon was in motion and she waved her tail slightly to hold herself in place. Once fully submerged with her hair drifting haphazardly around her face she took in a lung-full of the chilly water, holding it in as long as she could despite the strong urge to cough it up. Slowly she gulped more down, filling her lungs to bursting as her sides began to tingle.

Suddenly she was thrown into the back of her tank, as if the configuration had been jerked forward. The water escaped from her lungs and she gasped, adrenaline hitting her as she flailed momentarily frozen between fish and human. Quickly she swallowed more water, forcing so much in that the pressure that was built in her throat and chest was equivalent that of a steam roller and growing. It grew and grew until at some point it began to feel like little centralized tingles that flitted about and were just as suddenly gone.

Moana allowed one long stream to pass through crimson gills. As she bounced in the water that continued even though her Buick had paused she focused outside the tank where she could see that they had halted inside of a structure. Her cheeks were alight as she blushed once again. How silly of her to switch back for such a quick jaunt. She prayed inwardly that Ghost had not noticed the over-dramatic scene as she quietly fanned her cheek as if to swish away the redness. How embarrassing.

In all actuality, Ghost couldn't see inside the tank in her incorporeal form. Moana could have sprouted a second and third head and Ghost would have been none the wiser. What she could see, however, was the slight lurch and Aubrey talking to himself. The windows were down even if her torrent of air was flowing the wrong way for her to hear what he was talking about. Maybe he was talking to Moana?

Right on cue, Aubrey got the gate open and the buick stuttered into the garage.

This was the part Ghost had not through through properly.

The car might stop, but there was nothing to stop the tank... except the car in front of it.

"Yi—!" The cloud zipped around to the front of the cart as it banged into the bumper. The car jolted forward into the wall. Poor Aubrey. Poor buick. The airflow reversed itself and howled just as mightily as it had before except now in the opposite direction. The momentum of the cart stopped. It rolled back a little and Ghost let the air flow go. The cart rolled right back into the buick with a sick little crunch.

"Oooops. Ehm. Everyone okay?" The nebulous shape formed slowly into the shape of a woman long and willowy and still more transparent than not.

“Whoa, kid! Don’t you know how to drive? Seriously, you’re gunna end up killing me.”

“That’s not even possible!”

“Until I get in a car when you’re driving.”

“And we would miss you so.”

“Shut up, Aelau. No one asked you.”

“All I’m saying is Aubrey should drive more often if it’ll get rid of you,” she said with a wink. This enticed an angry growl from Aphos, as well as a tired sigh from Aubrey.

He got out of the car, gingerly closing the door behind him. He walked around the Buick to the tank where Moana and Ghost were.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I hope your car is, too. That was a little rough,” he replied shyly, hoping Ghost wouldn’t be too upset.

He then turned to Moana. “And how about you?”