The SUV is spinning in fat lazy circles across the highway. Nora turns the wheel - no effect. "Hydroplaning," she announces.

Dark trees loom in the mist. Then the giant hand of physics takes hold of the SUV and gently turns it upside down.

You and Nora hang by your seatbelts. The windshield wipers

flap around spastically until Nora flicks them off. She tries the phone - nothing.

You both listen to the rain for a bit.

"Okay," she says. "Worst-case scenario. Don’t unbuckle your belt until you’re totally ready to drop onto your head."