Defying all laws of probability and logic, the glow that surrounded Annette continued to grow. "Stop the car!" Annette screamed in fear.
Unnerved himself, Hugh complied at the end of the off-ramp. Annette jumped out of the car, the glow following her.
"It's the idol!" Hugh called at her. "Get rid of the statue!"
Annette tossed the golden totem on the grass. The glow did, indeed, follow it. Soon, they could both see the golden aura coalesce into the form of a woman.
Slotted spoons don't hold much soup. - Stephen Sondheim