He was positive that he had blacked out for a certain amount of time. All he knew was the chilly night around him, the awkward angle at which he was laying on his neck, and Nina's panicked breathing beside him. Then, he heard a car door slam and someone's startled scream. That noise roused him a bit, and he grunted in pain, and began to squirm around. Soon he was laying flat on his back... If the car had been upright, he would be sitting in Nina's lap. "Come on, let's get out of here," he whispered to her. When Josie opened the driver's side door, he reached his hand up to grasp at her wrist. When she didn't immediately recoil or scream, he knew that he was still in his human form... Good.<br/><br/>Before he could be pulled out though, Charles reached down to Nina's lap and unclasped her seatbelt. "Come on," he groaned, taking her by the hand and helping her reach her feet. After a moment of struggling, for the cab of the car wasn't as big as Charles had once thought, he climbed out of the door, and promptly fell on his ass when he was out. He took a moment to examine himself... He was confident that there was a big cut on his forehead, but otherwise, no broken bones, and nothing serious. And he had a damned good idea of what had attacked him, now that he had the time and the peace of mind to think on it. But he wouldn't tell the Callaway girls; They didn't know anything about his people. "Are you alright, Nina?" He asks, confident in his own safety.<br/><br/>Damn, who was it? His pack was the only pack that was staking out Aberdeen... Unless it was some rogue, that was always an option. But he would have a good conversation with the rest of them whenever he returned to the campgrounds.