Yes, it was there but she didn't have a clue what to do with the damn thing. Hauling it out she managed to wheel it around and rested it against the side of the car near the flat. Now, a jack? Where was the jack? And spanner? She rummaged around in the cavity where the spare was stored but there was nothing. She hated feeling so useless! What would she do if she had a crying baby in the car? What if she was in labour?! The enormity of the situation and potential future situations became too much for her. She sat on the road, leaning against the car and cried. Tears! that wasn't like her! Where was her strength and independence that she was so proud of? Why does she keep thinking and hoping that a man should be here to save her? Not since she was a child did she have a burning need to be protected. She felt so vulnerable and she resented that feeling. Her friends, childless friends, would be so ashamed of her if they knew how much she secretly desired to be "looked after" by a man. Then she heard another car approaching...