Marina tore her eyes away from the paper on the floor, confused by the silence. She had expected another reiteration of the same nonsense. Instead, the man was looking at her, staring. He seemed confused, but less so than before. He was studying her, and that made Marina uncomfortable. She wasn't a person who commanded attention, she liked to not be noticed. To suddenly be under such intense focus was unbalancing. She opened her mouth to break the terrible silence, but instead noticed the piece of paper in the man's hand. "That's not yours." She protested weakly, knowing that he would read it and use it as proof to back up what he was saying.<br/><br/>Now he was telling her he was confused, as if that wasn't obvious enough. Both of them were hopelessly confused, and taking no steps towards fixing that. Before Marina could think of another thing to say, to try and explain how utterly ridiculous the entire situation was, he was speaking again. At least he had agreed to get out of her car- Marina blinked as he disappeared again, this time reappearing on the hood of her Chevy. If he hadn't already done several impossible things, she would have been surprised. She listened as he read the note, came to almost the same conclusion she had, and then went on talking. He never seemed to stop talking. His tone changed from wistfully confused as he questioned 'Mother Universe' to one that seemed a bit condescending. If Marina hadn't been condescended to for the past five years in college, she would have been offended.<br/><br/>Yes, she needed help. Yes, she was in over her head. Yes, she wished that someone could make all of her problems go away. This was the real world, however, and that wasn't going to happen. She would have to deal with her problems herself. Marina still clung to the thought that the man was confused, because that was easier than believing 'guardian angels' were real. She heard a question, and thought to answer it and hopefully help the confused man, before she heard another, more enticing offer. He could get her car unstuck? Her first instinct was to be skeptical, but honestly, she didn't have very many other options. If her car was back on the road, she could drive the man to the gas station, and be home before lunchtime. It seemed like the perfect solution.<br/><br/>"You can get my car back to the road?" She asked, if only to make sure that she had interpreted his words correctly. She dismissed the words about protecting once again, intent on driving the conversation away from that and towards something useful.