You get in , close the door. A wave of comfort as you are in the dry. You open your eyes and see a family. A small child next you. A motherly voice tell you you that you must be soaked to the bone. A father figure offers that they are going so far as the next town. It's name is forgotten.
A town - must have a hotel, a cafe, a bar. Anything. You can make a call, stay dry and sort this mess out.
But first answer, what are you doing all alone on such a desolate night?