The wipers swiped at the build-up ineffectively. Squinting through the haze, Charlotte Miller thought that the light was at least yellow, so she tapped her brake pedal to slow the car down. The wheels scrambled to find traction, and Charlotte's breath caught as she felt the car fishtail before righting itself. She eased herself to a stop just as the light turned red. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. Just as the air left her lungs the car jolted forward causing her to gasp as her head slammed back against the headrest. Her brain reeled in confusion as it scrambled to put together what had happened. Her foster father, Clark's voice filled her head, telling her to pull over to the side of the road and check the damage to the car. As she complied with the silent advice, she idly wondered if she would always hear Clark's words of wisdom in tricky situations. On the one hand, it comforted her, but on the other, it was… creepy. Charlotte maneuvered her car into a nearby parking lot. Cautiously stepping out of her car Charlotte glanced toward the other car, which had followed her.
