It was likely the confusion and unusual situation that caused the misunderstanding, as one approached the car the stattic of the radio could be heard crackling forth from within. There was no movement from within only the constant stattic from the radio, what torchlight and closer inspection revealed was no passengers no driver only a stain of blood on the drivers seat and a few torn markings in the leather fabric.<br/><br/>The only response to Jean's voice was the crackling static of the radio and there was no driver it seamed only the stain of blood a dark shadow of the fact someone had once been here.  Meanwhile Rebecca sat within the patrol car peering out the window at the darkness and silhouette of Jean and the crashed car, once more her mind flashed with images and she curled her fingers and gripped at the handle of the passenger side door.  She shrieked and shuddered curling into a ball in the corner of the passenger side covering her face with her hands and murmuring to herself in distraught manner.<br/><br/>Quite where the driver had gone was unknown there seamed to be no trail of blood or sign of the drivers passing wherever he had gone it was as if he had vanished, if he had ever been there of course Jean had only caught a glimpse of a shadow and it was easy to make mistakes in the dark specially in such situations when one expected certain things.  Maybe the girl was wrong maybe there had never been anyone there at all, perhaps she was the driver maybe the blood was her own but that seamed unlikely.<br/><br/>