"It's in the trunk," you say. You reach down to press the button that pops the trunk and glance out the rear view window as Wes disappears behind the open trunk door. The car rocks gently as he lifts the cover over the spare and begins to ease it out of the trunk.

Wes rolls the spare around to the side of the car and then goes back to the trunk for the tools. He kneels down next to the flat tire, and you can't see him from your vantage point inside the car, but you hear him when he says, "Sit still, now, Kendall. Bein' crushed to death beneath a car does not much appeal to me."

You sit still. You hear him rattling around for a while, and the car rocks gently again as he fumbles with something around the tire. Then, he curses and stands up, a rueful smile on his face.

"I guess it's been a minute since I changed a tire. I could use an extra set of hands out here with this jack."

He's come all this way and he's taking time out of his day to help you. You're pretty sure it would be the ultimate bitchy thing to do not to get out and lend him a hand. [[Go to Chapter 50.]]

You feel guilty, but you're not keen on getting out of the car in the woods not far from where Mathilda was found. "Maybe I shouldn't get out of the car," you call, attempting a light, humorous tone. "You could be the infamous Butcher. For all I know, you've got a gun on you!" You laugh. [[Go to Chapter 45.]]