2019-06-14 - The Door Opens

Isolde has spent most of her time in Gray Harbor wandering around. Finding all the nooks and crannies and trying to get a good understanding. With the research she had been trying to help Alexander with, this had begun to include areas such as the Murray House. Places where bad things might be but important information and insights could also be. So here she was. Having sent a quick text to Alexander with her nifty new prepaid phone to let him know where she was, Isolde was ready to check out the house. In part because she heard the girl had gone missing from this house, and secondly because maybe it might end up revealing something that could help her with future researchers. Her attire is simple - a pair of dark blue jeans with a black t-shirt and a ragged men's flannel over top.

Hearing the news about a missing kid probably wouldn't have meant anything to Easton back home. But with all the talk recently with Alexander and others about the spooky happenings around town, he takes notice of it. In truth a little bit of his interest may have to do with Alexander's confession that the first time he 'got lost' he was only 9 and was severly injured in the process. It's enough that Easton snaps into action, he's dressed in dark jeans and a hoodie and in his car almost before he knows it. Yes, he has a gun in his ankle holster and a small tactical flashlight on the seat next to him, but he's not sure he remembers getting them.

The red jeep pulls up on a nearby street and comes to a stop. Easton exhales deeply before grabbing the flashlight and stepping out onto the street. He didn't really plan to do this, but somehow finds his body carrying him towards it. He was the one who said it, find out what the shadows want and don't let them have it. Especially if it's kids they're after.

Cole hasn't been in town long, not more than a couple of weeks, and already he's trekking out to some abandoned house where someone's disappeared knowing little more than what Lyric told him. He's dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and hiking boots with a plain dark blue t-shirt on, and a pale grey hoodie. He follows Lyric's lead, not having any idea where he's going. "So, the cops weren't able to find anyone, not even a trace of someone being at the house?" he asks, confirming what little information that he had.

It wasn't the first time Lyric had gone out looking for missing people and she'd tugged along her shiny new roommate this time, going to ingratiate him into the town wonders all at once. Besides, she knew what it was like to be all alone and small. On foot, she didn't drive anywhere, unless Cole insisted driving them. She's wearing her normal worn old doc martens and a hoodie over a t shirt and ripped jeans. Her clothes were clean though, so there's that. There's a shake of her head. "Cops always give up though. Always."

The House sits there in the fading sunlight. If people start to in they might get the place looked through before it's fully set. It looks like a place that no one wants to be caught in once it's dark.

Isolde took note of the other people there, and decided that it was a good thing. Being alone in a place like this was maybe not very smart. She moved over, towards Lyric and Cole since they were heading inside. "Giving up is bad." As she caught the tail end of their conversation. "Hello." Added in as an afterthought. Because, you know, this is a totally casual and normal thing that happens every day.

Easton breathes a small sigh of relief to see that he's not the only person come to look for the little girl, or at the very least come to check out the spooky house. He makes his way up to the group and says, "So I'm not the only one dumb enough to think this is a good idea? I think that makes me feel better." He gives Lyric a small nod of recognition, "I'm Easton, by the way. I don't think I introduced myself the other night."

Cole glances over toward Isolde and Eason when they come up, and looks them both over for a moment before saying, "Figured we might as well take a look around and see if there was anything that we could see. You never know." He gives Easton a nod and says, "Cole," introducing himself. "I don't know if we'll find more than the cops did but.. can't hurt, right? And some little kid is out here somewhere."

Oh you can bet there's absolutely zero chance that Lyric is taking point from the get go. Nope. But she will follow. While we're talking positions though, she's not going last either. Tucking herself somewhere in the safety of the middle she motions towards the house. "Let's go check this out." There's only a small hesitation and she offers, "Hi Easton, I'm Lyric." Making sure Isolde can hear too. She gets to the door and tries to get Easton to lead.

Alex has no business being here. But here is where he is. Call it morbid curiosity, but - after work - he and his bicycle find themselves rolling up to a stop outside this creepy house. He takes a moment to be a normal human, sending off a text, and then finds somewhere to stash his bike where it's the least likely to get stolen. Preemptively, he loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves, coming upon all these people milling around with a brow-lift, like 'ok so one of these ppl definitely kidnapped and murdered this child.'

"Izzy." Isolde offered, a little wiggle of fingers in a wave to the trio. "Bad things might be here...but hopefully the bad things didn't get the girl." A little frown at that. She was holding a flashlight of her own, but didn't turn it on just yet. She would, however, take the lead! Because why not, and if no one else was volunteering to do so. "Let's see what the spooky house has to say." Murmured softly as she headed inside.

Easton has no problem taking lead, even if he has a bit of a nervous fidget, spinning the small tactical flashlight around one finger and back to his hand. He nods to the introductions and is not at all surprised that each of the people here tonight stand out, giving him that slight tightening in his gut that he still occasionally mistakes for a incoming danger. He nods at the introductions, and attempts a friendly smile that is far too tight and brief.

He makes it up on the porch and stops, just taking in the sight of the house. While there's still some light, he lights up a cigarette, before the flame would affect his eyes adjusting to the dark. He puffs on that for a bit before putting his hand on the door handle and turning back to ask, "Who's excited?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before slowly easing open the door and entering.

Cole doesn't seem to mind being up near the head of the line, following Easton up the steps and to the front door, giving him a moment to open it to head inside before he follows. He has his phone, which has a flashlight if needed later on as it gets darker, but for now he leaves it off, preserving the battery. He strolls on into the house and takes a look around, one hand out in front of him and at face level just a bit to brush cobwebs out of the way just in case. Nothing like cobweb in the face.

Quiet Alex will just bring up the rear. His hands clasp loosely behind his back, and he passes one last look over his shoulder at his bicycle, and then he trails up what passes for a front-walk outside this crumbling house. Dark eyes sweep over the exterior briefly, and he sniffs with distaste, but he keeps his lips buttoned and his hands to himself, surveying the patio and then - holy crap! he's the tallest person in this scene! BEST DAY EVER (for Alex)! - looking over a shoulder or two when Easton opens the door.

Introductions were done and Izzy was leading the way. Lyric was comfortable with that and she glances back at the others.. only to notice someone else coming up. She doesn't know whether to be afraid or not so she goes for wary, because that could go either way quick. But then Easton is taking lead after Izzy was and in all the confusion it leaves Lyric by Alex, bringing up the rear! Damnit! She skedaddles up a little, putting a little distance and gaining some on Cole. Nope, she's not talking, just walking in, being quiet, looking aaaaalllllllllll around.

Everyone can feel it. There's that heaviness that presses to their shoulders and chest when they enter. And it only takes a few moments to settle in. It might lend to some thinking that there are shadows moving just at the edge of their vision. Well, hopefully they are just shadows. This place is wrong. All of them know it the longer they stay.

Stepping into the house, Isolde took a slow breath, her hands curling into fists. "This is a bad, bad place." She whispered. Turning the flashlight on finally, like that would help anything. "We shouldn't stay here long." Moving a little farther in and taking a look around the immediate area. The shadows and air felt oppressive. The hair on the back of her neck was standing on edge. She didn't like this one bit.

The addition of a party member as they are walking causes Easton's head to snap in that direction and glare with far more intensity than is really necessary. He is about to accost Alex for not saying something and just gliding on in when he realizes he recognizes him from the bar and around town. So instead of attacking him, he just nods, "Doctor." As for the creepy feeling of impending doom, it's not like that was all that unexpected. It's not that different from any creepy abandoned house, except it's more palpable, less in his head and more just a fact.

"That's super helpful. The creepy whispering. Thanks for that." He tells Isolde with as much deadpan sarcasm as he can manage. He clicks on his own flashlight and says, "I'm going to at least search the house for the girl." Is he telling the group? Or himself?

Cole can't help but chuckle a little bit at Easton's sarcastic comment toward Isolde. He glances over at the pair of them and just shakes his head. There's a little shiver that runs down his spine at that oppresive feeling, but still he presses onward, making his way further into the room, despite the shadows. He's battled plenty of his own shadows, and instead he continues to look the house over. "Anyone know what happened here? Why it's empty?"

"Easton." Alex speaks! He accompanies this single word with a nod to the man, and no effort to usurp his position as the head of the line. He passes a look to Isolde's comments, then one to Cole's questions, and has nothing to say to either of them. He also doesn't have a flashlight, but he has a phone! And he uses that as his flashlight, pushing a couple of screen-buttons to get it lit and shining on the area immediately surrounding the door. "Hm."

There were the shadows and Lyric stiffens. It was almost like it was hard to breathe and only a single word escapes her. "Lizzy." Which, in all fairness, could possibly be heard as Izzy. A shudder at the whispering and the sarcasm from Easton right after. She just makes herself breathe in all that scary, thick air as she follows further inside. And further. While panic starts to claw at her. Or was that Lizzy telling her to GTFO? "We have to check for her!" The words are heated, an argument, but she's talking to Easton and Izzy, right? And Cole. And even Alex? Sure..

As if in answer to Cole's earlier comment and Lyric's insistence, or again maybe just to steel his nerves Easton calmly says, "A little girl is missing." He looks at the others and says perhaps a little more meaningfully "I think we all know there's more than one way to get lost around here." Yes, he's being mysterious. No, he doesn't mean to be per say. He finds the door down to the basement, opens it, confirms 'yup, that's a scary ass basement' and closes it for now. Let's save that for later shall we? "I have no idea what happened..." But it's probably a good thing to wonder.

THUMP!

There's a sound that comes from the second floor. A sound that matches that of a toy being dropped. It's followed by the sound of children giggling.

Because that's TOTALLY normal to hear in an abandoned house, yes?

"Right," Cole says to Easton, "I meant.. before that. This place has been abandoned for a while, and..." But then there is a loud thump above them, and the sound of children giggling. Yep, that's not creepy at all. He pauses for a moment, and then he begins moving toward the stairs. "Well, let's go see if they've decided that they needed a new playmate." And with that, he begins to head on up to check it out.

Isolde looks at Easton blankly for a moment. "Then don't listen to it." It's spoken so...matter of factly, and sincerely. Like he could just tune it out. She just shakes her head at Cole's question. She didn't know anything about this place except for the name and that the girl went missing. She quickly looks towards Lyric as she starts up, looking a little confused. Raking a hand through her hair, she looks upwards towards the ceiling. "The bad things probably got her." She frowned as she heard the toy. "But maybe we can get her." Then would follow along upstairs.

The basement almost did her in but with the entry to it closed again there's a moment where Lyric allows herself to relax. They were avoiding the basement for now. She glances over to the side as if making eye contact with someone and she gives a shake of her head. Of course that's when the thump comes followed by the childrens laughter. A very audible squeak from her as her eyes move upwards like she could see through the ceiling or something. "What is it?" The question is whispered. What better way to find out though? She follows the others who are going to check but the reason she's going is so she's not left down here with that creepy basement. "Let's hurry, it's hard to breathe in here."

The hand not holding his phone-flashlight stays neatly behind Alex's back, where it can do no harm. Actually, since everyone else has real flashlights, he just saves his batteries and turns off his phone, tucking it into his pocket where it belongs. The creepy giggling house does not get the best of him (yet), but he repeats his, "Hmmm," with a little wariness this time. But up the stairs he goes, since what's the alternative? Be sane and leave? Pssh.

"Awesome. Isn't the sound of children's laughter supposed to be one of the best sounds in the world? Because I gotta say: Fuck that." Easton forces himself to remain calm and crack jokes as the house let's them know they are not alone. He does squat down to pull out a gun from his ankle holster. Normally he might hold off until he actually sees something worth shooting at, but creepy child laughter is apparently gun worthy. He heads for the stairs up and says, "I'm going up, a group can stay down if they like. Stay behind me though, I'd feel kinda bad if I shot you." He's halfway up the steps before he ammends, "Probably."

Hold up. Alex gonna pose out of turn: "Why are you carrying a gun?"

"On a playground at noon on a nice sunny day, sure," Cole says, "Right now? Not so much." He had already begun his ascent, but when Easton approaches with a gun, he's more than happy to hang back and let the other guy go first, not willing to put money on the armed stranger for a probably. "Right, you can go first." He seems to have the same question as Alex, even if he doesn't voice it out loud, the way he eyes the gun.

They decide to go up? Let's show them what's behind the curtain!

Upstairs there is less light and the feeling of being held back is much much stronger. Like the house itself does not want intruders in. But that giggling starts up again once the first few people make it up the stairs. But they all hear what comes next, the raspy voice of something unseen:

"The child is ours. Go now."

"To shoot things." Easton is confused by the question.

Then there is more giggling: https://soundcloud.com/phishf00d/creepy-child-laughing-giggling-halloween-sound-effect-hq-special-fx

Isolde shudders at the sound of the raspy voice and further giggling. The gun doesn't seem to phase her - but that does. Still, she swallows hard and tries to focus. "You can't have her!" She protested. "She isn't yours." But she stays where she is. Easton wants to lead with his gun. He is more than welcome to.

Alex deadpans, "Like formless wraiths?" His question falls at a timely moment, right after the voiceless rasping and right before the next bout of giggling; "Or laughing children?" He gives Easton a dull look, God bless all that composure, and he side-eyes Isolde. Quietly, "You don't know that. Perhaps she is." Are they still walking? It seems like the are. If they are, he's still walking with them; if not, then he's going to start walking again.

"Asshole." Lyric says with a frown, following anyway despite herself. Hearing Alex, Lyric shoots a sort of I told you so look to Easton. Like ha! Busted! She hurries up and decides Izzy and Cole were safe and stays near them, very little bravado left when she hears the voices. Holy hell. "If they already have her.. we're fucked!" It's a harsh whisper, no yelling to get the attention of anyone. Hopefully.

Clarifying for Alex, Easton says, "And it's a Glock 19M." .. So? Look, it seemed important to tell them in order to clarify that he's not some thug. Well at least it did, until the creepy voice decided to declare it's intention. He is about to answer when Izzy does it for him. He smiles to himself, glad that they are on the same page. The darkness wants things. Don't let it have what it wants. It's the only game plan he has. Alex's question brings a small shrug, "Well, I'm fresh out of ghost weapons, and you really think any kids up here aren't hostiles?" Uhh, maybe dial back on that willingness to pop kids if you want people to trust you there little guy.

Cole's eyes narrow a little at the sound of the raspy voice, but he says, "Nope, not leaving. How about you let us talk to her and see how she feels about that?" He makes his way further up the stairs. Sure, it feels like the house is fighting him, but he doesn't seem like he's about to give up, and continues right on going, only having slowed slightly. He doesn't seem too concerned about Easton and his gun so long as he's not directly in front of him.

The giggling leads them down the hall, the raspy voice having gone silent for the time being. But the room that they are lead to is...just as creepy as the rest of the house, if not more. All along the walls, no higher than what a child can reach are dirty and old blood covered handprints. They stain the walls with what looks like dozens of childrens handprints.

Handprints: https://imgur.com/a/CTRaut3

"Interesting," says Alex of the lack of ghost weapons. He looks at the gun for a second, and it veeeeery briefly starts to deform a little in Easton's hand, just the grip, sort of cracking with age-fissures in the textured pieces there. But he puts it to rights before it gets out of hand (get it? 'cause it's the grip of the gun? so if he ruins it, it will get out of Easton's hand? whatever, that's comedy gold right there) - not least because now there are some nasty handprints ahead of them. He puts his hand to the wall next to one, surveying the size different.

Isolde stepped further into the room, frowning deeply when she saw the bloodied handprints. Not good not good not good. Her hands were still curled into fists. One including the flashlight. Was there any kind of pattern to the hands? Did they point to anywhere specific? Or were they just there to be creepy? Focus on the things that were maybe real. Or maybe none of this was real and it was all just bad things and the people with her were bad things and-Isolde hit her fist against her thigh to snap out of it, and continued to look around carefully.

Sucking in a breath, Lyric puts on her brave face and follows up the rest of the way. There's a look to Cole, concerned about him, sort of questioning look towards him before she also walks over to look at the handprints. There's no touching anything though like Alex does, but she does look about for another exit to the room, following the wall around.

Sweeping the room with his flashlight and gun pointed, Easton moves in far enough so that others can join him. The cracking of the gun, causes him to stop and look sharply at Alex, though the gun stays firmly pointed at the floor. "How bout we discuss gun control later, fucknuts? I'm not your enemy." Unless this is someone just wearing the face of the doctor? No! That's crazy! Or is it? "Right?" The last part is a good bit less certain than one might hope from a gun-toting ex-Marine.

"Very Blair Witch," Cole says as he looks at the hand prints on the wall. "Just don't go down and stand in a corner in the basement, alright?" He says this to Easton somewhat under his breath. He glances over toward Lyric and sees that concern. He gives her a somewhat reassuring smile, and moves over to stand a little bit closer to her as she explores the room, looking for other exits.

Again, with the brow-twitch, Alex points out serenely, "You did just call me fucknuts," of the possibility that he and Easton are enemies. That's not strictly a denial, but he's also distracted now, drawing in a long breath through his nose and easing it out through his lips, fingers flexing against the wall. "We're not going to find her." With a chin-tip to his hand next to the bloody prints: this is how he got this intel. "She's part of the house."

Live on the edge, guys. Touch things!

There's a wind that blows through the room, bringing with it a chill that Winter might have been saving for this specific night. The last rays of the sun are slowly dipping under the window sill in the room and there in the twilight there is the figure of...something. The clothing style is not from this era and the pallor is only seen on dead folks.

"The door is closed." the thing hisses at them as it rushes them. But it doesn't make impact. It just goes right through them, leaving some feeling a bit nauseous as the wraith disappears.

"Considering you just fucked with my weapon, I'd say yer getting off easy with some light name calling. Unless you are trying to pick a fight" Easton retorts easily, and finds himself actually grateful for the distraction. But then the house gets just a touch darker and the figure appears, the thing speaks and rushes him and yes, he fires at it, completely ineffectually and shatters a window. He even lets out a yell of "Oh haaaalll no" as it goes right through him. He ends this glorious bit of bad-assery by throwing up on the floor. With that thoroughly humbling experience over, he holsters his weapon and nudges the still lit cigarette into the vomit to extinquish it. Smooth.

Isolde throws her hands up as the figure rushes towards them, a scream leaving her lips that ended up in more of...squeak. Wherther this is due to the figure or the gun going off is hard to tell. Her heart was racing and she was having some severe second thoughts about staying in this house any longer. Which are further encouraged when Easton upchucks. "No no no..." She tugs at her hair with her free hand. Trying to stay focused and not let the fear and bad things get her. "What door? Door to the bad place?" An afterthought kind of question, finally focusing on the others. "Everyone okay? ...Besides him.." A look towards Easton.

"Aw fuck," Cole says with a shudder as that chill thing appears and goes right through them. He actually takes a step back, both hands going to his stomach for a moment, but he holds it together. "If there's a door, it can be opened." He looks over toward Alex when he says that she's part of the house. He goes over to the wall where Alex had placed his hand and asks him, "Can you feel her?" He isn't entirely sure how one would do that. It's not the sort of thing he can do.

"Would you like me to do it again?" Alex glances at the gun in question, then back up at Easton, tilting his head like he's waiting to hear the answer. The sudden rushing of a ghost is a really good way to end a dick-measuring contest, gotta hand it to the House on that one, and he flattens himself to the wall he was just palming, making a totally uncool squeaky-scared noise. And then he prays, frantically (and in Spanish), 'cause that's what religious people think is effective against ghosts, crossing himself and everything. Sorry, Cole; he'd love to answer that, but he's busy asking Jesus for favors.

As Cole reassures her, Lyric smiles her thanks and gratefully moves closer to him as he approaches. Then hell breaks loose and the declaration of her being part of the house is given. Reaching out, she captures Cole's arm unless he moves it just as the thing rushes in and eats them all. Or.. more shows everyone what Easton ate! She shudders and almost throws up too, trying to suck in fresh air but it was too stifling inside, already everything, the house, was closing in. "We're too late." Drawing in a breath, there are a couple of dry heaves from the rushing thing.. barely hoilding it in as Cole moves away.

Sparing a glare at Alex, Easton replies to the earlier question, "Only if you hate having teeth." He looks at Lyric and says, "Too late? As in something bad has happened? Or too late as in, it's over?" He moves back out into the hallway, as if trying to see where the Victorian ghoul had gotten off to. He has no idea how to 'read' a scene, or that even such a thing is possible. He's just using his flashlight to look for a literal door, but maybe one that doesn't belong? Or is somehow hidden? After a while he decides he's not getting anywhere and the feeling in his chest is only getting worse. He comes back to the group and says, "Unless anyone has any bright ideas on asking houses or ghosts to give back kids..?" He motions with his head towards the stairs. So much for playing hero...

Cole frowns a little bit when the others seem to think that they are too late, that there's nothing that they can do. It's clear that he wants to stay and continue to poke around, but it's getting quite dark and he can tell that Lyric is shaken, so he goes back over to her and touches her elbow with his hand, "Okay, let's get out of here for now.. but I want to come back later and check this place out again." He looks back at the handprints on the wall with a frown, but then he begins to move with her toward the door.

Isolde has fallen quiet again. She doesn't like the idea of this bad thing having the girl. Or having any of these kids. But she didn't have any ideas either. "The house would probably want another person in return." To Easton's comment. A soft sigh. "Worth further investigating." She agreed with Cole before turning to head back downstairs to leave with the others.

Lyric nods to Easton. "Too late if the kid is part of the house. But we can try maybe if someone of us can be part of the house too somehow." Not that she is volunteering. The dry heaves subside for now and she doesn't waste any time trying to go through the house. She remembers where the door in was and that's where she's going. Grateful when Cole joins her she gives him a solemn nod. "We can come back but tonight isn't the night." She looks at Isolde and shakes her head. Lyric is not volunteering for that. She stays close to Cole though, leaving with him.

Whatever problems Alex had with the gun have been wholly eclipsed by the ghost rushing at them and then whooshing out of sight. He finishes his prayer, crosses himself once more, and pushes off the wall, looking to the nearest door as if to assure himself that the ghost is GODDAMN WRONG and the door is OPEN, hah! He is going to go through that door now, tyvm, loosening his tie still further and putting this handprint room behind him. While they discuss investigating, etc., he starts down the stairs, asking quietly, "Does anyone know her parents? The Waltons?"

When they each cross the threshold of the house, the oppressive feeling leaves them. Like a cloudy day clearing, they feel much better. Even those that couldn't hold their lunch feel a bit more energized. That house...it ain't right. And that's what the locals will tell you.

The only other thing that happens is after people start to drive off. There is the strangest incident, each of them could have swore that they saw a girl standing off to the side of the road if they look in the rearview mirror. Dressed in one of those old style dresses of white with her hair braided.

And eyes as black as the night they were driving into.

https://imgur.com/a/3mCsCaQ

Cole shakes his head when asked if anyone knows the parents. He takes Lyric to the car though, and gets in the driver's seat. Fortunately, he isn't looking back as they drive away, and doesn't see what is watching them as they do.

Isolde walked, because she walked everywhere. When she spied the girl, who looked very much like the missing one, she gave pause. By all rights she should be terrified, start booking it out of there like Alex was. But instead, she felt overwhelmingly sad and turned so she was facing the direction of Pamela. Speaking in a normal tone even if, realistically, the ghost might not even be able to hear her at this distance. "I'm sorry the bad thing got you. But I won't let it get anyone else." Then she would turn and start walking quickly back from whence she came, pulling her phone out to text Alexander that she was heading home.

There's more than a mild rush to the car and if Lyric could have done it sliding across the hood and in through the window all Duke's of Hazzard style, then she would have. Except it would have scratched up the hood when the reality of her scooting across happened. She just runs around it and jumps in, barely getting the door closed behind her. When Cole drives off, she turns back to look at the house like a stupid and finds .. not the red eyes in the window she had expected, but an eyeless girl beside the road. She screams and urges on Cole. "Hurryyyyyy!"

Nice. NICE. Other people get to drive off, but Alex rides his fucking bicycle everywhere, and somehow - by the grace of God! - does not just eat shit and die when everyone else's headlights illuminate that terrifying apparition. Oh, he definitely teeters, and the front wheel aaaaaalmost veers off the track, but then he just puts himself hard to the pedals. He needs one of those cartoon puffs of dust to cloud behind him with how fast he zips outta there.

Getting outside the house helps, and even better once he's off the porch and can light up another cigarette. Easton has his phone out and is walking to his jeep, not quite having forgotten the other people who were with him so much as needing to just get somewhere to let his nerves calm down. Once he's in his jeep, he turns on the stereo, texts Bennie that he's on his way over and then just as he's accelerating out on the road, he sees her. His jaw drops, the cigarette falls in his lap and as he tries to grab it the jeep loses traction on the perpetually wet roads of Gray Harbor and veers off to slam into a tree. And poor Easton. He so thought he was gonna be all heroic and shit. Noooope. He's getting face-punched by an airbag. The cigarette, ominously falls to the ground and starts up a big cloud of smoke.

Isolde does for reals call 911 when Easton crashes because she's likely still in sight. But she doesn't hang around because why would she do that.