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"Are we there yet, Dave?  It's almost eleven!"

"Yeah honey, just a few more miles.  We'll be home in no time - no worries dear."

"Cool."

Amy looked out of the car window. The time was quater to eleven, almost midnight. Her boyfriend Dave and herself were in their little camaro, returning from a camping vacation. The dark sky outlined the silhouette of the trees, revealing a dark side of the otherwise peaceful forest they were driving through. Driving through the dark woods at night was unnerving, however their home wasn't too far away. Only about 5 miles...

'Clank clank clank...'

The camaro suddenly grinded to a halt.

"What the heck?" John stepped out of the car and inspected the damage. A large metal stick impaled in the ground had punctured the front wheel of the camaro.

"You should've watched where you were going."

"Can you even see anything in this place?  It's all trees and stuff.  Damn - what do we do now?"