Adam sits in his car and buckles his seat belt. He presses the electronic ignition which starts the engine, and locks the doors.

A man clears his throat and speaks through the audio system: “Hello.”
Adam bolts upright in his seat.
“What is your name?”
Adam looks around in confusion, “Uh, Adam Anderson – what’s your name?”
“My name is unimportant. Do you know what this is, Adam?”
“Some sort of practical joke?”
The man titters. “No, this is a mugging. I’ll need your credit card numbers.”
In shock, Adam tries to open the door but the locks do not respond.
“Oh, I don’t think that will work. You see, I’ve taken control of your car’s electrical system.”
The car backs out of the parking space, and begins to drive itself.
Adam frantically stamps on the brakes, and yanks on the wheel, but the car is a moving prison – and it is picking up speed.
“The numbers, Adam. I need the numbers.”
Adam is pounding on the windows, now… Screaming.

Bystanders would later remark that he had apparently gone mad behind the wheel.