Carsyn
After a few more minutes of doing nothing, she extended her hand out to turn on the radio, but stopped abruptly. Something felt strange; the air was tense. To Carsyn, anyways. Looking over at the passengers seat, she frowned slightly, a bit irked that she couldn't place what was so off at the moment. As a soft, almost frail sounding "Hey" reached her ears, and she held her breath, listening for more to come. But, nothing did. Had that been... Had that been James' voice? No, it couldn't have been. She was just imagining it. Or, was she? Slowly releasing her breath, she sat there, staring at the seat next to her.