Elizabeth's eyes were glued on the woman and it seemed as if they were driving in slow motion, even though they'd sped up. It was too late by the time her screams, asking him not to hit the woman, had even escaped her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and put her hands above her head. Less impact was felt on her part than she expected. When she opened her eyes again, she immediately turned around and stared out of the window.

"[i]Momma![/i]" she screamed, voice oozing with panic and pain. She began to utterly [i]freak out,[/i] and screamed at Dmitri.

"Go back! That was my momma! That's my mom!"

Her hands flew up to cover her face in shock. She most certainly did not want to believe that they'd just hit and maybe killed her mother. [i]No,[/i] she reasoned, [i]she can't be dead because we just barely hit her side.[/i] Still, she was panicking. She undid her seat belt and almost climbed all over the back seat to get a better look.