Fiona was on a velocipede with smart wheels that made short work of the 
cobblestone road. She caught up with her father just short of the security 
grid. Mother and Amelia had just materialized a block behind them in a 
half-lane car, and the sudden sensation of danger inspired Fiona to make an
impetuous dive from the saddle of her velocipede onto Kidnapper's hindquarters, 
like a cowboy in a movie switching horses in midgallop. Her skirts, poorly 
adapted to cowboy maneuvers, got all fouled up around her legs, and she ended 
up slung over Kidnapper's back like a sack of beans, one hand clutching the 
vestigial knob where its tail would have been if it were a horse, and the other 
arm thrown round her father's waist.