The click of the seatbelt made Kimberly's head snap around.

"LIZA."

The van swerved slightly.

"What are you doing?!"

Before Liza could answer, Kimberly hit the brakes and pulled hard onto the shoulder.

The van rocked to a stop.
For a moment there was silence.
Kimberly stared at her.
Slowly.

"Sit."

Another point.

"Back."

A deep sigh.

"I am driving haunted-town YouTube trip, not transporting free-range lunatics, but fine I'll check what is making strange car noise "