What luck. Your car had broken down, the country road unkind to the underside of it—a rock, no doubt, must've kicked up and broken the rear axle because one minute you're driving and the next, you're almost wiping out a fence due to your car swerving off road.

To make matters worse, it's ten at night and to make it even worse–it's pissing down with rain. Just. Your. Luck.

Regret bubbled in your chest at coming out this way, especially when headlights shine behind you and fear of a potential axe murderer or chainsaw wielding country bumpkin. You were getting lost in panic.