"Thank you, but we'd rather wait here for the tow truck."
"As you wish..."
The horse-drawn carriage starts to move, and Mercedes ambles indifferently along the dirt road.
The landscape around Marty and Blankie is slowly darkening. The wind rustles the pine trees along the road, making eerie sounds that startle them. Suddenly, they change their minds, jump out of the car, and run after the old man.
"Wait for us, we're still coming!"