The two assholes in the backseat were still arguing—their complaining had been ceaseless since the jeep died. On top of that, Roxanne had begun to nag and her voice was starting to take on a whiney tone. Jolene felt like her head was going to blow off.

She didn't know whether or not it would be better to be able to see them or not. But the way their disembodied voices swirled around her in the darkness made it too easy to think of them merely as something that needed to be dealt with rather than living, breathing human beings—human beings whose welfare she was supposed to be looking after. It would be so easy to give in. She needed something to chase the growing temptation away… She turned on the interior light, deciding it was worth the risk of draining the battery and exposing them to whoever might be out there.