I am in a car that is out of control, moving slowly backwards.  I keep trying to get it to move forward but it won’t.  The gas pedal is not working at all.  When I press on it, there is no resistance.  The brake is the same.  I try using the emergency brake and it slows things down slightly.  Nothing happens and the car continues to move slowly backward into a cluster of other vehicles stopped on the road, many of them on fire.  I am panicking, frightened that the car will explode or catch on fire and I am unable to open the doors.  I start hammering at the windows, desperately, when a group of young men rush to help me.  There are four of them but three back away from the car because they see Holly and Snowdoll in the back seat.  I need to get them and myself out of the car before it explodes.  The one man is not afraid of the dogs and urges his friends to help me, not to worry about “the wolves” just as I am shouting out reassurances as well.  They manage to break one of the windows and I crawl out with the dogs following not far behind.  We are saved from the conflagration.