The Lost Game - a scene
Emily leaves the house with the keys in her hand and her backpack slung over one shoulder. She holds the keys aloft to show Jacob, who’s been pacing impatiently up and down the drive.
Jacob: You don’t have to do this. What the Professor said about Innsmouth scared you, I can tell.
Emily: Then it’s time I faced my fears, don’t you think?
One of the house windows opens and Emily’s father pokes his head and shoulders through, shouting after her.
Michael: Emily! Don’t you dare take my pickup!
Emily: Shit! Get in the truck, Jake.
Jacob: You stole the keys? Cool!
Emily: He treats me like a kid. I’m twenty two for Christ’s sake!
Emily fires up the engine, slips the truck into gear and bullets out of the drive, narrowly missing another car travelling in the opposite direction. The other driver is forced to swerve to avoid a collision and Jacob looks back to check that the car hasn’t come to any harm.
Jacob: Your dad looks really pissed.
Emily looks in the rear-view mirror and spots her father running into the road, having escaped from his temporary prison.
Emily: I’ll worry about him when I get back.
Jacob: He had it coming.
Emily gives Jacob a look.
Jacob (smiling): It was kinda obvious.
At the end of the driveway, her father has stopped running and stares after his truck, fuming.
Michael (shouts): You stupid, little...!
Michael (to himself): Why is it you never listen to me?