CHATBOT: I never thought I would be in this situation - trapped under a car wreck with a colleague I'd never actually hung out with outside of work, covered in blood and gore, with no idea if anyone will come to save us. But here I am, Caroline Hertig, and here is Alice Flamand, and we're both stuck in this dire predicament. Now, you might think I would be freaked out by all of this - the grinding sound of metal, the searing pain, the smell of burning rubber and gasoline. And trust me, part of me really is. But mostly, I'm just mad that my brand new suit is ruined. I mean, come on, the stitching was impeccable, and now it's all shredded to pieces. Not to mention the fact that I'm pretty sure I can't feel my legs at all. That's not great, but the suit is just downright tragic. Alice looks over at me, her face twisted up in agony. "What are we going to do?" she whispers. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "We're going to figure out a way to get out of here," I say firmly. "And then we're going to tell the world what's really going on with our company." Alice's eyes widen. "You're serious?" "Deadly serious," I reply. "I'm sick of lying to the public about the safety of our products. And I have evidence to prove it." She nods slowly. "If we make it out of this alive, I'll help you." "I knew I could count on you," I say, trying to hide the pain that's still coursing through my body. "But first, we need to get some help. Do you have any idea where we are?" Alice shakes her head. "I...I don't know. We were on the main road and then..." She trails off, and I don't blame her. The accident came out of nowhere - one second we were driving along, and the next, we were careening into a ditch. I don't even remember if there was another car involved. I take a quick inventory of my pockets, searching for my phone. It's completely wrecked, of course, melted by whatever chemicals spilled out of the car's engine. But I do manage to find the flash drive, still intact. It's a small victory, but it gives me hope. "Okay, we need to think," I say, trying to ignore the dizziness that's starting to cloud my vision. "We can't just wait here for someone to find us. We need to try to signal for help." Alice glances around, wincing as she touches the stump where her leg used to be. "How?" I chew on my lip, searching for an answer. And then I remember - I always have road flares in the trunk of my car, in case of emergencies. Maybe if we can set one off, someone will see it. "We n...