Abby was to frozen in place to even get her fingers to wrap around the handle to get out of the car. She looked at the man in the mast as her fear was clearly danced on her face. She couldn't play it off as if she was not scared as she looked at the man as he cocked the gun. She could hear the click as it falls back into place ready to shot. She couldn't find her voice. Anything at all, as she stared at the man she was so scared that she was in a cold sweat.