"Ma'am, it's already getting late, your driver's waiting for you." Fay began, her voice urgent.

Amber was slumped in her trailer, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not going anywhere near that damn car." she whispered.

Fay's expression softened. "Then let me call a cab—"

"No!" Amber interrupted, her voice shaking. "I don't want to go back to that house."

Fay nodded understandingly. "Okay, fine, but we're literally in the woods, let's join the others at the hotel instead."

But Amber shook her head, "No! Can't you hear me, I want to stay here, so stop trying so hard?!" She snapped.

Fay raised an eyebrow. "In the trailer? Ma'am, it's...