Where's Bryson?

Last night we were on our way home from a restaurant that was a little out in the country with no bright street lamps lighting up the road. Carter announced, "I can't see Bryson." I turned to look and said, "I can't see him either." "Me neither", chimed in Daddy. "Are we sure Bryson's in the car?", I jokingly asked. "I think he's not", says Carter. "Are you in the car, Bryson?", I asked. In a very meek voice, Bryson says, "No."