She clicked the car on, and later felt the instant response of the car, as she accelerated into the highway traffic.  Twenty minutes later, advised by the GPS about upcoming traffic, she decided to take the exit that would take her into a winding mountain road that would connect her to the 101.  From there, she calculated that she’d be able to get to the other interstate that would then take her to her house.

Glad that traffic was light on the mountain pass, she guided the car expertly through the winding road. Rounding one corner, she saw the car up ahead fishtail as the driver hit the brakes too late.  It probably approached the upcoming corner too quickly. As the driver struggled to control the car,to her horror she saw the car flip and turn over several times into the ravine by the side of the road. Bette hit the emergency button of her car, which connected her to 911.  She pulled into the next available turnout as she reported the accident, after turning the corner, driving carefully past the crash site. She thought quickly that she didn’t want to cause another accident for incoming traffic, thus decided to drive past the crashed car to park safely in the turnout, given the lack of streetlights in that stretch of road. 

She transmitted the GPS coordinates of the site to the 911 operator, and then turned on her car’s flashers.  She kicked off her heels, ran to the back end of the car, which she’d popped open, and then grabbed the emergency bag, a blanket, and a flashlight.  She pulled on her track shoes as she ran to the crash site. 

As she approached she smelled gasoline, and reported this to the 911
operator, who had stayed connected to her cell, once she’d disconnected the
phone from the car, and slipped her earpiece on.

“Then stay away from there, Bette,” the operator advised.

“But someone might be trapped down there somewhere,” Bette responded.  What should I do? She decided to risk it and run to a spot closer to where the car had flipped and crashed into the ravine, so that she’d be able to determine whether or not someone had survived the horrific crash.

She aimed the flashlight into the approximate area of the car, and called out “Hello…hello…help is on the way.  Help is on the way!,”she repeated. Her flashlight caught the figure of a woman on the passenger side, bleeding from her head.  Her eyes were beginning to flutter.  Bette calculated that the car was about 30 feet from the side of the road, and the passenger side was perched on a landing of some sort. The path towards it also had protruding rocks on which she could navigate,and anchor herself against, to keep from sliding dangerously down the ravine.