A truck

Far off of the shoulder to her right is an old, worn-out looking pickup truck. At first, it looks to Claire as if it's been abandoned, and she briefly feels better about her own situation knowing that some poor soul probably had to trek back to civilization on foot. But then, as she drives past, she sees two defeated looking men sitting in the shade of the truck. The hood of the truck propped open, and a toolbox sits in the open space underneath, clearly, the vehicle has broken down.

Just then, one of the men looks up, eyeing the car from under a baseball cap. Claire ponders the situation. She doesn't know anything about fixing engines, but she does have room in the car to give them a ride. Of course, she is wary of strangers, having seen enough movies about dangerous hillbillies preying upon unsuspecting campers, but then again she IS already lost, and these boys might be able to set her on the right path again.

She looks down with dismay at her lifeless phone again and wonders what to do...