Counting down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Hear the snakes rattle
Hear the cymbals crash
Hear the angles sing
See the ocean roar

The road moves under my tired tired feet
Street lights pass over head at an alarming speed
My heart racing my hand steady on the wheel
My eyes focused yet widened
Her thin face
Brown complexion
The street lights shine on her face
Her gray wool knit cap

I can hear the machines
I can hear the speaking just over the river
A beam of purple light lights up the sky

They've found it

The earth goes black

My head is in excruciating pain
Blood on the wheel the wind blowing hard
The girl is gone, I'm alone with my wrecked car
Where am I?
Where is she?
What happened?
What's gonna happen?
I need to keep moving, the girl is of no concern
She was just a stranger I need to carry on