Driving through the night had its drawbacks.
Martha was getting drowsy.
By the time John noticed, Martha had almost fallen asleep.
"Where are we?"
"Sir, continue ahead for six hours to reach Sokovia."
MOSS was always online.
"Sokovia?" Hearing the somewhat familiar name, John said, "Get some rest."
Martha nodded groggily, then slumped over the steering wheel and fell asleep.
John stared silently at Martha, whose foot was still pressing the accelerator. He drew his wand and tapped the car window.
Every seat except Martha's slid backward, and the entire car began turning over and over without end.
The originally cramped space grew larger with every turn.
In the end, it expanded to ten square meters.
John raised his hand and pulled out the car key from a distance.
He opened the door. They were in a patch of woodland.
A little farther down the road, a city would come into view.
He stepped onto the grass and walked forward, gazing at the starry sky.
Wild grass grew rapidly behind him, weaving itself into a green chair.
Exhausted, Martha slept soundly, while the steering wheel became as soft as a pillow.
The long-missed comfort of a pillow made her drool.
The only pity was that her seat had been stained with vampire-blocking blood and could not be enlarged.
"Slurp."
Just before her drool touched the steering wheel, she woke with a start and sucked it back in.
Wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth, she instinctively searched for her glasses.
Then she remembered she no longer needed glasses and rubbed her eyes.
"Are we leaving?" she asked.
There was no response.
She blinked and looked behind her.
The spacious interior left her stunned.
Fortunately, she was already used to such marvels, and she looked out the window.
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