"Anyway, when you've had a dream as long as I have, I guess you'll do anything," she said. The driver didn't ask about her dream, so Annie just decided to shut up and watch the scenery. It went by at quite a rapid clip. 'God,' she thought, 'first, you get some crazy old coot who tells you that you're going to die. Then, you get some paranoid redneck who wants you to quit your job and go back to where you came from, and now the silent treatment. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything about Camp Crystal Lake. Maybe she should have just waited until they got to the road leading to the camp and said, 'You can let me out right here.' Maybe the people in the town of Crystal Lake really did have something against Steve Christy. She decided to be grateful for small favors at least she was getting a ride and at the speed they were going, they'd be there soon. She wouldn't have to put up with the silent treatment for much longer.

They were driving well over the speed limit. She watched the trees whip by and then a small road leading off on a diagonal with a signpost that said "Camp Crystal Lake." She turned and watched it recede.

"Hey! Wasn't that the road for Camp Crystal Lake back there?" She said. No response from the driver.

The Jeep didn't slow down. She glanced back out the window, then stared at the driver nervously.

"Uh… think we'd better stop. You can let me out right here."

The Jeep did not slow down.

"Please?" said Annie, starting to feel a little frightened. The Jeep sped up.

"Please! Stop!"

The driver didn't even look at her.

"Please! Stop!"

Now, the driver looked and Annie panicked at the expression of utter loathing and cold fury in those eyes. She fumbled for the door handle, forgetting all about her backpack and managed to get the door open. The wind whistled past her as she struggled to push it open. They had to be doing 60. She jumped, she cried out as she struck the dirt shoulder of the road and rolled down into a ditch.