"You took our children!", Mama Morris cried out, pointing at Karen in a judgemental way.

Karen knew that it would be extremely dumb to antagonize the mob any further, but if you thought Karen would fold, you have not lived with her for a short time in which a semi-romantic drama ended your relationship several times in a row, one time seemingly forever.

And I sure do hope you did not do that, or did you? Seriously I do hope you did not.

The thought alone makes me sick with envy.

Anyway - Karen would not stand for not standing for taking the children.

"Yes I did take the children. And they liked it. They liked being my students. I could bring up those children better than you could. In fact take me to your husband so that I can complain about your lacking education!", Karen retorted proudly.

She was standing so proudly that she manifested her soul behind herself.

It manifested as a large white van with the name 'Take me home, country roads', a soul that was all about taking the children.

Of course nobody but Karen was able to see the van standing behind her, thus the confusion was great when she entered the van, now seemingly sitting on air, hands grasped around nothing.

"Almost Heaven!", Karen shouted and her soul complied - the children were already in the van. Karen floored the gas pedal "Take me home, country roads!", she exclaimed.

"What- where is... KILL HER!", Mama Morris ordered, the crowd didn't need her to know that killing this dangerous kid taking woman would be of utmost importance.

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Any parents that got in her way were flattened into a red road - the van was rather large after all. The rest was running after her, trying to conjure up any magics they could do with their new basic knowledge of magic.

The magical bullet of Adam Walker grazed the invisible van. As her soul had been grazed by a magical bullet, Karen too had a wound appear on her.

Mama Morris used the opportunity to summon her own soul 'Blue Jam'.

A sense of of lethargic but unresting blue ripple appeared in the world.

She could now see the white van clearly. The ripple had not stopped time, but turned it into a dreamlike slow motion - even enveloping and affecting Mama Morris.

She found herself no longer caring about her son Harvey Morris.

Despite her ability to move normal - and even abnormally fast - in a slow motion world, she found nothing she would want more than a good pair of socks, her deepest desire.

She took off looking for the socks, the rest of the world continuing in slow motion.

Children were crying in deep slow motion in the pocket dimension within the white van.

Parents shouting in deepened voices, chasing the white van.

Karen drove, grinning in that dominant way, that you should not know by memory.

For your convenience the rest of the story will be described in a sped up non-slow motion way. Karen got away with all those kids.