Jessica screamed and urged Tom to get the car started. It sputtered, and she kept screaming. "Come on, Tom! Start it! Start it!" She heard him tell her to get the gun and shoot him, and she scrambled for it, fumbling with it and rolling down the window just a bit in order to put the gun up to it. Her hands trembled as she held the gun there. She couldn't do it. She didn't move. "I-I can't. I can't," she stuttered.