After Jennifer and his duplicate got into the car, Nate glanced sideways, catching sight of someone approaching. The man didn't look like much of a threat but it was better to be safe than dead. So he slid into the driver's seat and pulled the door closed behind him. He waited for a moment, watching the man approach, until his suspicions were proven correct. This man was targeting them. Either that or he just had a thing against Chevrolet. The guy pounded on the car like it owed him money and Duplinate, sitting in the passenger seat yelled "Hey, don't scuff the paint!"

Nate noticed people start to wander in off the street, attracted by the noise the crazy in the alley was making. Nate didn't like crowds. He'd have to handle this quickly before more arrived. Or worse, the cops showed up. He also noticed his other duplicate head back inside and close the door.If it had been anyone else, he would probably have been majorly pissed about that but this was a copy of Nate and he knew he would do this same. Not out of cowardice but rather to ensure the possibility of a counterattack if necessary. Better to stay out of danger at the moment and come to the rescue when needed.

Nate was set to just drive off and forget all about the crazy trying to start a fight with his car until Jen decided it would be smart to run away. As she fell to the ground in the alley, Nate let out a weary sigh and complained "God damn it."

Meanwhile, Duplinate was rummaging around in the glovebox until he found the stun gun he had put there earlier. As Nate got out of the car to help Jennifer, Duplinate rolled down his window and quickly fired the stun gun into the crazy's chest. He jerked violently and dropped to his knees, switching to his back as Duplinate slammed the car door into his face. I swear to God," he complained as he stepped out "If you left a mark, I'm gonna be pissed."

"What was the plan here, J.J?" asked Nate as he chased after her. "I swear, you would be the first to die in a horror movie." He gave a friendly smile and a wave to some of the people approaching as though telling them that everything was alright, despite the fact that he was clearly chasing a distressed woman in handcuffs.