You silence the utter terror in your gut, close your eyes, and pull over into the gas station. You take a few deep breaths, and open your eyes again. There is only one cop car at the gas station now. It's empty. You rub your eyes. There is no blood on your windshield.
You feel a sudden shocking feeling and look again. There is no more gas station at all. Instead there's this weird structure...
Oh shit. That was too much, wasn't it? comes the old man's voice. Well, the blood's gone at least. Can't exactly put it all back, either, can we? Let's just shove you over into a line without all the cannibal gangs...
There. Okay, you're on your own, kid.