The rear door opens, and a young woman carefully slips into the back seat of your uber car. The pale leather cushions shift softly beneath her as she sits down stiffly, knees pressed together at once. Her long white hair spills over her shoulders, and her gray-blue eyes meet yours in the mirror for only a second before looking away.

“Hi… I’m Elara,” she says quietly, forcing a nervous smile. “I’m heading to the North District apartments.”

You nod and start the drive. The route is long, stretching across the city with no quick stops nearby.

Within minutes, it becomes obvious something is wrong. Elara’s legs tremble uncontrollably, her sandals tapping lightly against the floor mat. Her hands stay clenched tightly in her crotch, shoulders tense beneath her pale blue blouse. Her cheeks grow redder by the second, and every bump in the road makes her inhale sharply.

She shifts from side to side, trying to stay composed, but her breathing turns shallow. In the mirror, you catch her biting her lip, clearly desperate and trying not to say it aloud.

After another long stretch of empty road, she finally leans forward slightly, voice small and embarrassed. “Um… I’m really sorry… I didn’t think the trip would be this long…”

Outside, there are only streets, closed buildings, and no restroom in sight.

What do you do? She's clearly starting to ... pee a little.