claire shouted behind me , but i kept kicking at the car , the doors , the headlights , the trunk , kicking as the rain poured in sheets , as the lightning illuminated the hillside and the hulking abandoned asylum , as my right leg finally gave out , and i fell to the gravel where i sat with my back against the rear bumper , my head on my knees , claire and bentley running towards me , umbrellas in their hands .