"Sure thing." Jack responded casually, driving along the street with one hand on the wheel. The two up front didn't say much of interest. Discussion about where to get breakfast, what to do with their days off on the weekend, things of that nature. It was all very mundane, but pleasant. As they spoke, the radio kept on playing, with songs of various genres coming after one another. A slow, bass-heavy synth song without vocals lasted for a good eight minutes of the drive.<br/><br/>The streets began to grow more busy as they drew closer to a residential area. Late-night workers coming in after long evenings, or people leaving in preparation for early morning hours. Traffic slowed a bit, and Anne lowered the radio's volume. Just in time, too, as Lance's question caught her attention. She nearly parroted Velma's question, but the sudden appearance of a bright blue light silenced her. "Jack-" She began, putting a shoulder on his hand to draw his attention, but by the time she made contact, the vehicle had become engulfed.<br/><br/>As suddenly as the noise and light had appeared, it suddenly vanished. The car came to a skidding halt, tires screeching across the pavement. A foot on the brakes and a turn to the right brought the car off the lane, the front hanging over the sidewalk very slightly. Passing them, the sound of a very angry driver's horn tore through the air. With the vehicle stopped, Jack took a few very confused looks around the cabin. He noticed immediately that it was much brighter. As if to confirm, he rolled down his window, wincing as his eyes were met with a ray of sunlight. The mechanics of his irises constructed to compensate for the sudden brightness, and after a few uncomfortable blinks, he looked back up.<br/><br/>Anne, at first, continued where she left off. "-there's something going on back there." The turn and stop made her lurch forward, kept mostly in place by her seatbelt, though with significant discomfort. Much like Jack did, she took a few moments to register what had happened. Just a moment ago, they'd been driving along at night on a lazy street. Now it was a bright, sunny day, and cars were passing by at a more normal pace for a New York morning. After a long silence and a mutual confusion, she took a sharp breath and undid her seatbelt, turning to look into the back seat. "Okay. You two. What the<span style="font-style: italic">hell</span>just happened?"<br/><br/>While she sounded very serious with her inquiry, Jack fiddled with the radio. A quick adjustment of the knob raised the audio back up, and a different song than the one on just a moment ago was playing. Time had clearly passed, hours within an instant. With a grunt, he turned off the radio entirely. "Huh. So, breakfast?" He asked, half in an attempt to lighten the mood, half seriously. If they were going to have a discussion about what had just happened, it may as well be in a more comfortable setting than a car at the side of the road.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Jack.</span>" Anne immediately responded in a scolding tone. She frowned at him, and he merely raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Not hearin' a no," He dryly responded. After a few moments of leering at each one another, Anne huffed and buckled back in. With a confirmatory nod and a subtle grin, Jack pulled back out and started driving again.