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'They say the knight, who became a ghost and now haunts the world, holds in his hand the blood-stained sword that pierced his lover's breast,' Autor reads quietly.

He's taking notes on a play, The Wandering Knight, which the drama department asked Fakir to perform in. Naturally, most copies of the play have had their endings torn out, and no one knows who wrote it. Autor knows--or, rather, he has a theory.

Reviews of the play in its heyday litter the library table around the boy. He pecks away at the keyboard of the netbook Jay gave him. The boy types up words like pride and honor, wondering if his cause, too, is strong enough for him to cut down a lover without hesitation.

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"Don't worry. That spoiler held up under Ralph's butt, it'll hold the pair of you just fine," says Vanellope, completely misinterpreting their apprehension. "Now, here--we--go!"

And they're off in a puff of powdered sugar.

"Oh!" Autor says, leaning back with the speed. He has to try, really try, not to grab onto Mirai, and fiercely grips the spoiler instead. His knuckles soon whiten, and he tucks his legs under him, gasping.

Still, as terrifying as it is, as much as his heart rattles around in his chest, he does smile a little.

Mirai grabs on tight, turning to glance at Autor. He seems to be liking it, at least. She even lets out a little giggle herself.

How about when Vanellope makes a sharp turn as they leave the hallway and enter the Bar proper?

Autor sees the turn coming, but didn't expect it to be so sharp. He holds on for dear life and leans, feeling the momentum push his shoulders around. His feet fly out, and he quickly tucks them underneath the spoiler again.

He whoops when they straighten, eyes shining with the speed.

Mirai braces herself as best she can, leaning against Autor at one point. She doubts speaking up to apologize would do any good, so she simply enjoys the ride for now.

Thought he might like this.

"Hang on!" Vanellope calls over her shoulder, moments before they come bursting out the back door into the snowy faux-Scottish countryside.

The snow is gorgeous and brilliantly white, flashing past them, and the cold bites into Autor's face as they speed along. Autor very much approves of the ride--and of Mirai leaning on him. He hopes the other two are having as much fun as he is.

Mirai huffs in the cold and giggles again, a loud peal of laughter. But, mindful of last time, she's keeping an eye out for any fallen trees.

"So where d'you guys wanna go?"

"What?" Autor says, in the middle of a breathless laugh. His hands are beginning to ache from the cold and from grabbing onto the spoiler so tightly, but can't bring himself to care.

Vanellope's voice carries, though, because she's seated in front. "I don't know!" he shouts. "Where do we get the most speed? The mountains?"

"I don't know if I wanna go too high?" Mirai tosses out. "B-but I guess it's fine?"

"Mountains it is!" says Vanellope, and floors the gas pedal.

"Oh, gosh," Autor says, and a gasp is torn from his throat as the momentum forces him to lean back. His glasses press to his face, thank goodness, and his hair whips about. "Not too high, okay?"

Mirai tries to make herself as small as possible for this, curling down as close to the car as she can. The cold wind bites through her hair, but she manages.

"Have you been out on the mountains before?"

"Not since last year," Vanellope shouts back. "It'll be fine!"

"Even with the snow?" Autor shouts, glancing to Miss Kuriyama. He wonders if she's cold or scared or both. He wonders if he should do anything about it.

He tries to catch her eye and smile at her in a manner that he hopes is reassuring.

Mirai's pretty determined to face forward. Turning now means wind to the eyes, and her glasses have been doing a relatively good job protecting her from that.

"We're trusting you," Mirai calls out.

"I drive through ice cream every day, I can handle this!"

They're in the foothills now.

Autor wonders idly if they'll see any deer, but they're probably going too fast and making too much of a ruckus to see any of them. He'll have to repay the girls for the ride by taking them on his carpet--once he gets it under his control again.

Vanellope's driving shoos that thought right out of his head, however, and he whoops again--softly, but still excited. He glances over to Miss Kuriyama, wondering if she's still hunkered down.

She did sit up a little at that.

"...I guess I shouldn't be surprised about the ice cream, but I still kind of am," she comments.

And then, "I'm glad you're enjoying your first car ride, Autor-senpai."

"Watch your heads!" Vanellope calls over her shoulder. They're coming up on a small stand of spruce trees with low-hanging branches.

"Oh, I am, thank you so much!" Autor says, turning to Mirai with a smile. He clings to the spoiler as they bounce along the road, and he ducks his head to miss the branches. "Does the ice cream ever melt, Vanellope?"

Mirai ducks as well before shaking off some powdery snow that made its way on her.

"Does the ice cream just sit there? Or does it snow down?"

"It melts sometimes during a race," Vanellope replies. "But it resets for the start of the next game."