Turbo Getaway Dash

Hearing your warning about an evil duplicate had my sneakers revving before my brain even finished processing! I bolted down from the hallway straight into the long, open straightaway toward the front door. Halfway down, a glossy plastic shoehorn was resting flat on the polished floorboards like a slick hurdle. I hit maximum stride, launched both feet forward into a clean power slide, and skimmed right over the curve of the plastic like a stunt racer dodging a trap. Nothing's catching me on this straightaway—we're completely in the clear!