Charlie sat dazed in the driver seat of his new MG two-seater as the big rig he had almost collided with angrily honked in the distance. Although he'd crashed into an oak tree, neither he or Matt were injured.
Matt would have let loose a continual string of invective if he hadn't been shaking so much. He calmly asked, "Chuck, did you scan this thing with the EMF meter?"
"Uh... no," muttered Charlie.
Matt brought out the meter. Its needle was flipping back and forth. "Yep, possessed all right. This matchbox is too used to driving on the left side."