If it's not my headlights, it something else.

"Excuse me, I apologize for interrupting," said the campus police officer, entering my philosophy lecture hall, early on in today's class. "Is there an Amy Barnard in here?"
"Uh, right here," I uttered as I cautiously lifted my hand to shoulder-level.
"May I talk with her for a moment?"
"Sure, go ahead," answered my prof.
I get up out of my seat (which is thankfully toward the back) and walk toward the door, as I rack my brain for any reason this man might want to talk to me. I come to no conclusions.
"Is your car a navy-blue Mustang?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, it was in neutral and rolled backwards. It actually rolled right in front of us. At first I just thought someone was reversing, but then when the car kept on going, even onto the curb, I realized no one was in it. So we found a way to get into the car and pushed it back into the parking place."
I was stunned. "Oh my goodness. Was anyone hurt?"
"No, no one was hurt. No damage was done at all." Thank You Jesus!
"I am so sorry, I've never done that before!"
"It's okay, No harm was done. I just wanted you to let you know."
"Okay, thank you so much, sir."
I walk back into the lecture hall.
"Was it your car?" the prof asks with a knowing smile.
I smiled back and responded, "Yes, yes it was."