I turned around in the seat to look at her. She was totally passed out.
She did not respond.
I released my seat belt and climbed out of the car.
We were on a very dark street in front of a dark house. Trees blocked the streetlights. The street itself was dirt and rocks, and potholes lay scattered about in the darkness.
I opened the back door. "Ma'am?"
She was passed out in a fetal position on the back seat.
Again, I don't touch people without their permission. How, then, do I get her out of the car?
As I pondered this, her phone chimed that she had arrived, and that stirred her into consciousness.
She looked around quickly and sat up. She looked panicked. "Where are we?"