They've shouted themselves out, and now Ben is fuming in the driver's seat, Claire is seated on the trunk, smoking a second cigarette and sending Jesse a third text: still stranded on i-95. where r u, freak

They're miles away from anywhere and their car has broken down.

A text from her mother: did u check d engine?

Claire doesn't even dignify that with a response.

Her phone beeps with another text, and she hears Ben's phone inside beep too. A text from Jesse: stop, im busy

"Goddammit," says Ben. "He's always fucking busy."

"If you had just taken the time to check the rattling--" Claire says as she composes another text.

"The cops were after us, Claire, whaddya want me to do?" Ben sighs dramatically. "'Nother chump's gonna die by werewolf if we don't--"

"I am not your fucking Triple A," Jesse says, suddenly on the side of the road.

Ben says, "Well, hell. Check out the cavalry."

"Where were you?" Claire asks.

"Mars," Jesse answers, dusting off his clothes, and Claire isn't sure that he's joking. "Now what seems to be the problem?"