Based on something Sean said at a convention about Samwise.
Sean weaved the Prius in and out of traffic. He was going to be late for Ali’s soccer game if he didn’t get his ass in gear.
Ahead on the right, a white minivan was parked on the shoulder, emergency flashers on, hood open, white steam curling from the engine. A young mother and her two kids were standing pressed back against the guardrail. Well, a state trooper would arrive soon, no doubt. No one else had stopped- why should he?
The invisible presence always at his shoulder frowned.
He slowed and pulled the car over.
Sam smiled his approval.