There was a very loud bang, and Leah awoke with a start. She was surprised to see that Roger was still snoring loudly and moving his legs as if he were running in his dream. She waited for the bedroom door to fly open and for Patrice to ask her what was wrong, in which case she would be thoroughly unable to tell her the state of things. Leah wasn't entirely sure there was anything wrong. It could not be denied that there was a very short, yellow man standing in front of her bed, but that didn't seem to constitute a problem. He seemed to be a very well-mannered fellow and carried himself accordingly. He bowed deeply before her and gave her a moment to gather herself.
—Shall I proceed? he said.
—I suppose so, Leah said, because she could not think of any other answer.
—I'll be needing you to come with me then.
—Come with you? Where to?
—I can't adequately answer that question at the present moment.
—Well I certainly won't be going anywhere with you if you can't tell me where you're going. I've learned in school about the danger of strangers.
—Oh I'm sure you have. He scoffed. —I never will understand the schooling they put you through up here. They teach you all the wrong things. You mustn't fear strangers. It's your friends you should watch out for. Much more dangerous. I've gone and forgotten my point. What was I saying?
—You asked me to come with you and you refused to tell me where we'd be going.
—Ah yes, although that's quite an unfair way to put it. I said I can't tell you where we're going because the place to which we are going does not have a name. We are going to a nameless place, and therefore...it is impossible to name it for you. Does that make sense?
—Of course it doesn't. How could that possibly make sense?
—I can assure you you will not be in any danger from me. I'm quite harmless.
For some reason, Leah believed him entirely. She trusted this little yellow man with her life and she didn't know why.
—Yellow is a very trustworthy color, he said.
—I beg your pardon?
—It's why you trust me. You trust me because I'm yellow. Or so I'm old. Seems like a load of rubbish to me. But all the same. You trust me. Can we be off now?
—How did you know that I trusted you?
—It was written all over your face.
—You're lying, she said.
—And you're a very perceptive girl aren't you?
—I like to think so. Patrice tells me so anyway.
—I can see what you're thinking. Well not just you. I can see what everyone is thinking. All the time.
Leah paused for a moment. She picked at a string in her nightgown. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to say what she wanted to.
—Feel free, he said. —I know anyway. But I was right. You are a very perceptive girl.
—It must be awful. Seeing what everyone thinks.
—Very rarely someone's first reaction. But sometimes, yes it can be quite awful. Now I don't mean to cut this bonding moment short, but we really must be going now are you going or aren't you?
—Got a lot planned have you?
That got her moving. She stepped out of bed.
—Alright I'm coming then.
Her getting out of bed woke up Roger and he followed them as they padded into the hallway.
—Why didn't anyone else wake up when you showed up. The noise was extraordinary.
—Quite loud was it? he whispered back to her.
—Very. My ears are still ringing.
—Yes. Well sorry about that I really need to work on the loud part. It's a very loud, quite bang you see?
—I don't see at all.
—It's really not of any consequence. Do you have a car?
Leah couldn't imagine that this little yellow man would know how to drive a car or where he would take her in one.
—My dad has loads of cars. In the garage.
—Well take me to the garage then, and we'll be on our way.
They padded as quietly as possible down the hallway and Roger followed closely behind. When they go to the door that lead to her father's warehouse of classic and new cars Leah stopped and put her hand on Roger's back.
—You've gotta stay, Roger. Go on back to bed. And Leah was shocked to see that he did exactly as he was bid. She watched him disappear down the hallway and turn where her bedroom would be. She even imagined that she heard a small "plop' of him getting back onto her bed.
—Capable of more than you knew eh? The yellow man said.
—What is your name? I won't go a step further until I know your name.
—Your willing to go in the middle of the night to an unknown place with someone you've never met, who is a different color from you I might add, and your stipulation is knowing his name?
—That is correct.
—You may call me Lenny. Now which glove box shall we take?
—You know...the compartment where gloves are meant to be stored. They're in every car.
—No one puts gloves in them, Leah said, astutely.
—That's true, he said. —But I think you'll find them more useful than you previously thought. This Bel Air will do nicely, he said, and popped open the door and hopped inside.
He motioned for Leah to follow him and when they were both seated in the car, he opened the glove box.
—You first, he said, pointing to the glove box.
—Me first? What am I supposed to do?
—Go into the glove box of course.
—But I can't do that.
—Let me ask you a question, Leah. Have you ever seen gloves in a glove box?
—No I haven't.
—Have you ever seen someone go into a glove box before?
—No I haven't.
—You're going to see one of those things happen tonight. Now get into the glove box.
Leah got into the glove box, despite her doubts about its impossibility. Once she had a foot in, she noticed that it was much more spacious than she could have imagined. Pretty soon she had both feet in and was in it up to her torso.
—Now what? she said.
—Now I push you.
Lenny pushed Leah and she felt herself tumbling. But like her trust for Lenny at first seeing him, she trusted this fall. It didn't seem to her like it was going to hurt so she enjoyed the ride. It was all blackness until it wasn't. She landed without a thud, very softly, in the middle of a clearing. It was dark, but she was fairly sure she saw trees around the edge of the clearing. She hardly had a moment to take it in though, before Lenny joined her. He appeared at her side and quickly grabbed her arm.
—Quickly, he scream-whispered. —We've got to get you somewhere safe. You can't be out in the open.
—I thought you said I wasn't in any danger.
—I said you weren't in any danger from me. I never said you weren't in any danger at all.
Leah had to work very hard to keep up with Lenny and at times it felt like he was dragging her, despite the fact that he was a full foot shorter than her. She tried not to cry out in pain as branches seemed to reach out and scratch her across the face. It seemed like an eternity before they stopped in front of a tree that looked like all the others, except it wasn't.