This was not the most organized move in the world. In fact, I think failed Ugandan military coups have gone more smoothly.
That said, my lovely and vivacious wife metaphorically beat the snot out of this move. Calm and collected under pressure, she made the best of increasingly awful situations and survived a two-day, ice-driving ordeal.
Instead, my wife–as cool as the underside of a pillow–was like this: