She realizes her mistake the second it's too late to fix it. Should have brought the gun with her under the car. Shouldn't have left it with backpack on the hood of the car. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She's gonna die, and it'll be nobody's fault but hers.

Well, she's not gonna make it easy for him, that's for sure.

Joan squirms out from under the car because she doesn't have a choice. At least it's not a surprise who finds her. She recognizes that voice, like a shit-eating grin in sound form. Still, when she's out from under the car and lying back with a sour expression on her face, the confirmation is a slap in the face. He was right, and now he's here to gloat. And then, you know, murder her.

"You've gotta be shitting me."