Becky sits in the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. Her hair is slightly tousled, casting shadows across her face from the dappled sunlight streaming through the trees. The inside of the car is cluttered with discarded fast food wrappers and an old map folded in the passenger seat. Outside, towering pine trees line the winding road, creating a sense of isolation. Her jaw is set, and there's a wildness in her expression as the engine hums steadily, ready for whatever comes next.