Road to Mystic

Here she is, in the middle of a road, in the middle of the night, forest on either side. "Reassuring, " she deadpan, looking towards the forest "perfect time to get murdered. " Worry creeping into her even as she try to appease herself with sarcasm. She keep herself alert, listening to any noise that would disrupt the heavy silence to replace her lack of sight.

5 minutes ago Raen's gps had left her to her fate. It had lead her to this road at the same time as it had started to glitch, names and numbers disappearing from the screen. It finally let out his final breath, smoke easing slowly from the sides as a dying sound escaped it's mechanical lungs.

So, here she is, in the middle of a road, with a town sign in sight. Heading towards the sign, her car on the side of the road, she takes her phone from her jean pocket and deduce the same as she had in the car, no signal.
As tonight everything electronic related seemed to say fuck you Raen; she was not about to go back on the road to test her luck at finding Rhône before her car run out of gasoline or something, leaving her in the middle of nowhere but with no sign of town this time.

Using the phone lighting to see the sign, air escape from her lungs into white foam. Not only is Raen not close to Rhône; she isn't even in France at all. Here she is, in front of the sign of a town that doesn't exist; Mystic Falls.