<br/>Rebecca glanced into window of the patrol car as it screeched to a stop feet from her the light from the headlights illuminating her, her eye struggled against the blaring light but she seamed unfazed by the narrow escape of being hit by the car.  She looked to Jean as she stepped from her car her yelling seamed to grab her attention and she stumbled towards her barefooted feet covered in grime.<br/><br/>She stopped slightly as her tone changed and clutched at her tummy peering down for a moment before looking up at Jean with a half confused half scared look.<em>"Huh to much smog in the noggin, does not make any sense."</em>She moved forward again and reached out as if to clutch at Jean's face but stopped and simply displayed her hands for a moment before pointing back away to the other car that had crashed with the telegraph pole.<em>"There...is someone in that car...help them."</em><br/><br/>As Jean grabbed her hand she glanced over her and clutched at her momentarily squeezing to check she was real and not some imagined delusion. She got into the passenger side door and glanced into the rear view before looking away and avoiding further eye contact with it instead she crawled across to the other side to look out the window at the crashed car.