[It's the same effect as spinning one's tires in thick tar-- nothing happens. The police car, now out of control and probably not even touching the ground, moves with the current of the churning blackness. Ominous sounds of metal and glass being slowly warped begin to fill the car.

This is when the Major will feel a light tug on his shoulder. In the passenger seat sits a grinning boy with a ball bat, his eyes glistening with an unhinged gleam.]