James was breathing heavily and pulled himself into a sitting position on the darkened road. He stood up and dusted himself off, wincing as he had a few cuts from the wreck. He stood up and sighed. To his knowledge, he was miles from nowhere and had no car. "Hello! Is anyone out there?!" He yelled loudly into the shadows, hoping for some contact, but all he could hear was the rush of the latex around the nearby areas. The otter had no idea what it was, but didn't want to touch it at all. He paused for a moment as an idea popped into his head. The wreck had ruptured a fuel line. He knew this because he smelled the high test gasoline leaking after the crash. He smelled smoke and knew an oil fire had started in the engine, so why hadn't the car blown up yet? Tonight was getting stranger and stranger. He looked down from the road in the moonlight to see some creatures standing in the strange fluid down a ways from the road. "Hello there! Can you help me?" He shouted, happy to have finally found someone who he thought could help him. Boy was he wrong......<br/><br/>(With the whole scent thing, James hasn't smelled it yet thanks to the oil and gasoline from his crash obscuring the smell.)