What compels the Coast Guardsman?

A woman is yelling. I can’t tell what she’s saying. It sounds like German. Restaurant patrons look uncomfortable, her dialogue frantic and indecipherable. I look at her red mini-van in the parking lot, double parked with the passenger door opened. A road map falls from an opened door to the ground. Oh my god, her husband must have had a heart attack. The intuition of 21-year-old Nathaniel...