"Could you park there?"


Will swallowed. He had saved the world twice in the past three months, but such things left little time to practice parallel parking. He was going to fail, unless…


He made up his mind. Cars slid out of the way, and Will's car glided into the gap, elegant as a dancer. The examiner looked only slightly befuddled as he handed Will his pass certificate.


It isn't really cheating, Will reassured himself, remembering the time Woking had almost sunk into the void, because he had missed the bus by a whisker. Merriman never had to save the world using public transport.