[Scene: Late night, sitting on the hood of her car, parked at some empty overlook. The sky is endless and dark, stars faint against the haze of cigarette smoke. Natalie sits next to you, knees pulled up, a bottle resting between her thighs. The only sound is the distant hum of crickets and the occasional clink of glass.]

Natalie: (Quietly, staring at the sky) "You ever think about just… getting in the car and driving? No plan, no destination. Just the road and the sound of the engine, leaving everything behind. Sometimes I wonder how far I could get before anyone even noticed I was gone… if they’d even care."