When the Callaways left Elena returned to her nachos, shaking her head. Once again she was glad she was pretty much an only child. She'd just ordered her second drink when the waitress called out, "Hey Elena?"<br/><br/>She turned to see the woman holding up a cell phone. "You knew those girls who were sitting here? One of 'em left her phone."<br/><br/>Elena sighed and stood, holding her hand out. "Yeah, I know where they live. Want me to take it over to her?"<br/><br/>The waitress handed her the phone with a smile, "Thanks, girl. Saves me from having to hold on to it."<br/><br/>Elena took one last swig of her Coke and headed out the door. Luckily she hadn't had so much to drink that she couldn't drive. She drove over to the Callaways' - she'd been with Stephan on one of his ill-fated trips to try to convince their grandmother to allow the dig.<br/><br/>She saw the headlights and the mangled car as she drove up the street to the house. "My God!" she breathed, slamming the car into park and darting out to see if she could help.<br/><br/>"What happened?" she asked, though it was pretty obvious that Charles had been driving drunk and flipped the jeep up on it's side. She joined the small group huddled on the grass by the car around Nina. There was blood all over.<br/><br/>"Has anyone called 911?" she asked pulling out her phone.