Harry blinked. "Thrusters?" His brows shot up. "You have flying cars? Hell's bells, maybe the future's something to look forward to after all!"
A wide grin on his face, Harry shut the passenger door and got in the driver's side. He tossed his staff into the backseat, along with the backpack, and got the car running. The mechanic seemed decent enough, so the car started right up. "I'm guessing you don't have money, so I can buy you a meal," he said, heading for the nearest Burger King.