[Encaitare]

While the others rushed off to pick a vehicle, Wilhelmina stayed where she was.

"You don't seem in much of a hurry," Anakron commented.

"I'm not going anywhere those obnoxious kamuramen are going to follow," she said, crossing her arms. "I've had more than my fair share of reality television stardom."

"Oh, we'we weady to fowwow wou into the Void and back, Mth. Bwokenback," lisped an orc who was tottering under his heavy kamura.

"The show comes with the chance to get out of this wretched land, as does getting your license," said Anakron. "You do want to leave, don't you?"

Wilhelmina glared at him and stomped off to where the cars were parked. She looked between the PT Cruisers and the Little French Cars in dismay. She'd developed a dislike for Cruisers after what had happened in Lûndûn, but she'd also had a bad experience with some frog legs once, and therefore was not inclined to drive a French vehicle.

"Frog legs are disgusting," she muttered as she selected a blue Cruiser.

"What wath that?" asked the kamura-orc, who had followed her.

"It wath nothing," Wilhelmina replied, feeling very spiteful. Curse you, Karís Mâtiktwít, and curse your stupid show, too! she thought. Fortunately, Lûgnût approached the car, which kept the other Orc from asking any stupid questions.

"If you would please step into your chosen vehicle, your RET shall commence momentarily," he said mildly. Wilhelmina got into the car; the kamura-orc clambered into the passenger seat, and she tried to ignore him, as well as the fact that she was turning into an Orc herself. She looked out the window at Lûgnût, but all he did was glance at a clipboard and wave his hand in a noncommital direction. Wilhelmina took this to mean that she was supposed to prove that she could actually make the car function. She stepped on the gas and steered dangerously close to a kamuraman, who was forced to jump out of the way; this, however, might have been done on purpose.

In her rearview mirror, she could see Lûgnût beckoning for her to stop. She got out of the car as he approached. "Very good, very good," he said. "Please sign here," he said, handing her a small card with a hastily drawn sketch on it that looked like a stick figure with a large hat. "Now that you have your licence, you may depart and make for your destination."

"If you think I'm driving for a second time, you must be daft," she said, marching right past him towards Fléin's car, hoping he wouldn't mind taking a passenger.