[ There is a simple answer to the demand. Yet Stiles remains wildly, deathly unsettled by his unexpected surroundings. He doesn’t quite manage to process the situation clearly. With the nervous tension of an animal, he looks around the car. ]
Pull over, [ he says, voice cracking, and he fumbles to rip off the seatbelt. ] Pull over!
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Pull over, [ he says, voice cracking, and he fumbles to rip off the seatbelt. ] Pull over!