I just don't understand it. I tried to start it, and it wouldn't start. You saw me. And now, just as suddenly as the engine started, it stops. There's a frightened murmuring of the people.. Maybe you can tell us. Nothing's working on this street. Nothing. No lights, no power, no radio. Nothing except one car--yours! The people pick this up, and their murmuring becomes a loud chant filling the air with demands for action. Wait a minute now. You keep your distance--all of you. So I've got a car that starts by itself--well, that's weird--I admit it. But does that make me a criminal or something? I don't know why the car works--it just does! This stops the crowd, and Goodman, still backing away, goes up the steps and then stops to face the mob. What's it all about? Steve. Seems that the general impression holds that maybe the people in one family aren't what we think they are. Monsters from outer space or something. Different from us. You know anybody that might fit that description around here on Maple street? What is this, a practical joke or something? Suddenly the engine of the car starts all by itself again, runs for a moment, and stops. The people once again react.