[ Her eyes soften for a moment, still on the road ahead but there’s a teensy bit of remorse in them now. Just a bit. ]

…I suppose we’re not. Not yet anyway.

…But. I feel better.

[ She glances in the back mirror, checking how far they’ve gone from the school now, and catching a bit of the trashed cornfield in the distance. ]

When I first saw the corn and the scarecrow all I felt was fear and anxiety. I felt like I might die again if I went near it. It… was a lot like how I felt when I first saw you again.

[ She looks back to the road ahead. ]

But I didn’t want to keep being like that. Being in constant fear of things. So when I saw the car, I thought that might help.

…And it did. I don’t feel scared of the corn anymore. Or the scarecrow. And more importantly… I don’t feel scared of you.

So I apologize for scaring you but… I think I needed that.