Carl stood in silence, staring forward, his hand gripped on the door, for one whole minute, silently counting the seconds. When she had not moved in that span of time, he suddenly moved in toward her, growling as his rage finally broke free. He reached in with one hand and released the seatbelt he'd so lovingly placed over her so many hours before, then gripped the same hand in her hair to yank her out of the cab.<br/><br/>Continuing to move, he kept his hand gripped in her hair and began to walk deeper into the trees. He paid no heed to any sound she made, and never turned back to look at her. He simply kept his hand in her hair and walked. He didn't even register if she walked or was dragged, thinking only of his fury. She would pay for what she had done to him. She would feel the pain she'd caused him to feel. Her betrayal could not go unpunished.