[It feels like time stopped in the worst way for a moment. Her face drains quickly of all color as she sees something very wrong out of the corner of her eye. Another look confirms it - the person she never wanted to see again.

Which means there's another explanation, one less plausible than the first- but is it, really? After all, at Freddy's, hadn't the children's ghosts refused to move on too?

Time resumes, and when she slams the brakes, she ends up whacking the back of her head on the headrest. She doesn't let out anything more than a small grunt of pain, though, because showing weakness to a ghost just seems like a bad idea.

This time, she is deliberately not looking at him, eyes forward and mouth set in a thin line. After a moment, though, she does speak. Boy, does she sound irritated.]

... Go away.

[Ah, there's the driveway, time to pull in.]