Emily lets out a sigh of relief, half-expecting the same man who had left the card on the passenger's seat to answer. "Mom? It's me, Emily."
"Oh, Emily! We haven't heard from you in a while! You need to call more!"
"Mom... I'm going to have to stay at your house tonight."
Detecting the near-panic in her daughter's voice, the voice becomes more businesslike, though a bit of worry does leak out. "Okay. We'll be ready for you. Just promise to tell me what's wrong when you get here, okay?"
"Right. Of course." Emily sighs, feeling safe for the first time tonight. She puts her now-steady hands on the wheel and is just beginning to drive the four blocks to her parents' house when she notices a dark shadow standing directly in her way.
"Damn!" cries Emily, pushing the brake pedal to the floor. In her frustration, she rolls down the window to exclaim, "Watch where you're going!"
The figure's voice is raspy and thin:
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