Stephanie sat back in her seat, her elation at contact from the outside world deflated. Rachel gave her a sympathetic pat on the arm.<br/><br/>The car continued cruising ahead along the highway, flanked to either side by forest and the occasional road branching off to a house or small business. The further they got from the center of town, the less they saw. However, it only took about twenty minutes to reach the border, where the welcome sign featuring sail boats rested to the side of the road.<br/><br/>As Eric had thought, there was the sign ahead, and there was the red car.<br/><br/>It was stopped in the middle of the road, steam rising from its crumpled hood. Whatever it had crashed into was gone, as the road before it was clear.<br/><br/>As Eric drives closer, everyone can see a woman sitting on the asphalt near the rear of the car. She stands up as she hears you approach. Even at a distance you can tell she's hurt by the way she leans against the trunk for support. As Eric pulls to a stop, the blood streaking down the side of her face is visible.<br/><br/>"Please help!" Rene said, still leaning against her ruined car. "Desmond's inside. I can't get him out!"