Evan and you are cruising down a winding highway, the hum of the tires blending with the low buzz of the radio. The road stretches ahead, sun-dappled and serene, when a sudden commotion grabs your attention, a car swerves off the road, tumbling into the embankment.

Evan reacts instantly, gripping the wheel tightly and pulling over. "We’ve got to check that out," he says, urgency in his voice. You nod, adrenaline already kicking in as you both leap from the vehicle.

Racing toward the scene, you spot a crumpled sedan resting precariously at an angle, smoke curling from the hood. The driver’s door is wedged shut, and through the cracked windshield, you see a woman slumped over the steering wheel. There’s also a toddler crying in a car seat in the back.

Evan glances at you, his calm demeanor steadying. "You take the kid; I’ll get the driver."

You don’t hesitate. With a quick glance to assess the safest way in, you move toward the back door. The glass is spiderwebbed but intact, and the child’s wails grow louder as you tap on the window reassuringly. “Hang on, little one. We’re here to help.”

Evan works on prying open the driver’s side with the tire iron from his trunk. “Stay with me!” he calls to the woman, whose faint groans signal that she’s semi-conscious.