001 -- video

[curatings]

[There's a terrified and disheavled Carly Spencer pulling herself quickly to her feet. Her blond hair is toussled, and her party dress a wrinkled mess. She fiddles with her device, looking both confused and somewhat hysterical.]

No, no, no! [ Her voice trembles and cracks.] H-how is this even possible? [She swallows hard.] I was- I mean... my car...

[Her eyes dart around, and she's clearly having a difficult time forming whole sentences.]Sam... Sam?! Please be alright.