Jill, on her way home from the airport after yet another gruelling mission, spots a figure on the side of the road with their thumb in the air.

A hitchhiker.

It’s a dreary night - dark, cold and rainy. She’s about to ignore them when, closer inspection, she realises it’s a woman. Something in her tells her to stop, to pick this woman up and make sure she’s okay. But another more instinctive response is to just drive and not look back.

Ignoring her growing paranoia, she slows to a stop, she lowers her window and leans across to address the female hitchhiker.

“Are you insane? Being out here by yourself?” she chides. “Where are you headed?”