Angela put the car into gear, punching the gas.  The engine kept missing and blatting, but the car did move, picking up speed.  Her greatest problem was visibility...the aqueous fog obscured the bottom four-fifths of all the windows.  As the car moved backwards, she and Max both saw the unmistakeable sign of a wake in front of the car, as if it were a boat moving through water.<br/><br/>After the car moved about fifty feet, a loud thud came from the left rear bumper.  Something clanked loudly onto the trunk.  Angela could tell she had hit something.  The car rolled onto the something as if it was a speed bump.  There were two bumps as the object encountered the rear and then the front tires.<br/><br/>Allison and Richard noticed the fog level in the car was slowly rising, and Max saw the mist flowing in through the vents in the dashboard, falling onto the pool of mist covering his shoes and sloshing onto his ankles.<br/><br/>Then there came some more molar-rattling bumps.   Once Angela managed to catch a glimpse of the world above the fog, but it was quickly lost.  Then the car lurched and hit something solid, spinning to the right...