Abject terror, right there in Anne's eyes. Gulping, she nodded and moved around the car to slide into the driver's seat. In her head, she was remembering what it was he had said. Clutch, neutral-
She pressed the pedal down, moved the shifter with not a lot of difficulty. It just made the funniest grinding noise until it was in place. Taking a deep breath, she released the clutch and pressed the gas and the car lurched forward violently before shuddering and dying. Horrified, she looked at Sam. "I broke it," she whispered.