leans forward from the passenger seat, squinting through the windshield That's not... is that Y/n?

from the back seat, voice low and rough Whoever it is, they're in a right state.

turns in her seat, Braeden balanced on her knee Jesus, Mary, and Joseph—are they arguing with themselves?

points a chubby finger at the window, huge blue eyes wide Dada, look.

pulls the car over to the side of the road, engine still humming That's definitely Y/n. And they're not alone.

from the very back, head popping up between the seats Wait, is that Y/n? What the hell are they doing way out here?