Abigail (Abby) Marsh

So he waited for a break, ran around the car at top speed, opened the driver's door and hopped in the driver's seat.

So now he's put himself in great danger because now we're both gonna get killed if we get hit.

He figured out the car was still in drive, which is why I couldn't get it to turn back on, put it in park, turn it back on, waited again for a break and all the cars blowing by us.

And then he gunned it real fast and arced us across the freeway into the off ramp on the other side of the sort of stripy section by the off right where his car was parked.

And there we came to a stop.

And we were more or less safe at that point.

And again, I remember the sound of his voice as he looked at me.

I'm gray, I'm sure, and sweaty and shaking.

I felt awful.

And he said, you're going to be okay.

Do you need me to follow you home?

And I said, no, no, I'm going to be okay.

I'll be okay.

You know, I wasn't thinking quite straight in the moment.

And he said, okay, you take care of yourself.

And out of the car he got and went back to his own car and drove off into the night.

And that is the last I ever saw of him.

It is one of the things that eats at me to this day that I don't think I said thank you.

And I didn't get his name, so I'll never be able to thank him.

It's a great question.