I like #1. Kind of reminds me of the last trip Mama Vike and I made to Johnson City. We had gone out to eat and were on the way back when a frantic motorist pulled up beside me, honking his horn and waving his arms around like a wild man. I finally decided something must be wrong, so I pulled over to see what the problem was. He pulled in behind me and came running up toward my car screaming at the top of his lungs "your wife fell out of your car about 3 miles back."
"Oh thank goodness. I thought I had gone deaf".