I see him wince, answer enough; "turn around".
His thoughts are as clear to me as if a bubble and words appeared above his head, but arguing is pointless.
I jump out as soon as we're back in the driveway, and feeling silly, I can't help darting inside to check on things.
The blow catches me right across my face and I know I'm going down hard, the floor comes up to meet me.
If only we'd kept on driving.