Laverstone Grim

The car is just sitting there, you know? The doors unlocked, the keys in the ignition. And it's raining. I'm fifteen years old, soaking wet, and miles from home at almost midnight. There's no-one around, no-one to whom this car might belong. It's just been abandoned. What would you do? You'd do the same as me, right? I'm just borrowing it. I'll park up and tell the police where it is in the morning. Promise. 'D' means 'Drive,' right?