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The clock blinks 12:03 but the radio isn't playing anymore.
One hazard light illuminates the area while shining intermittently.
The other is broken into pieces.
The pieces are all over the pavement.
It's the same for the frame and the body.
It's all in pieces or crushed, and folded in upon itself.

Something falls from nowhere and covers the light.
Red drapery hangs down as the night goes dark.

K: "Are you a good person?"
Q: "..."

Of course you wouldn't receive an answer from someone whose head was covered in blood.
The light once again assaults the area with flashes at each brief interval.
From here you could probably see a silhouette of a figure standing outside of the driver's door.

K: "Come on, then. Give me your hand."
Q: "Are you here to save me?"
K: "That's not my job."

The woman in the car feels something like her heart beginning to race.
It's not that, but it feels quite the same.
It is almost as if her eyes were widening in that moment.
The one standing outside of her window was clearly not a 'Human.'

Q: "Shit-!! Shit... Am I dead?"
K: "..."
Q: "You're some kind of Devil? Or a Grim Reaper?"
Q: "What is it you want? You want to collect my soul?"

Her expression is one of panic and rejection.
This is not a reality that Q can accept.

K: "That's not my job, either."

Q: "This is the worst. No, no, no. It can't end like this."

Something like makeup runs from the corner of her eyes.
The moisture brings it down from above.
It's definitely not rain.
That was not a raindrop that fell.

Q: "Killed by a drunk driver? You've got to be kidding me!"
Q: "This is lame as fuck!"
Q: "How could I die in a way that's totally beyond my control?"
Q: "Hey, tell me!"

K: "I don't really know the answers to every question."

This woman had already rejected reality and now she was beginning to bargain with death.
Before long she would probably come to accept what had happened to her.

Q: "I did everything I was supposed to."
Q: "I followed all of the rules."
Q: "So how could it turn out like this?"

Still, if you think about it, there was no way that her words could change reality.
The person in the red cloak still didn't know how to answer her questions.

K: "Will you give me your hand now?"
K: "I think I can pull you out of there."

Q: "Yes. Oh... Yes. I'll do as you say."
Q: "You can help me out of this mess, can't you?"

They held onto each other for a brief moment.
Q was plucked from the interior of her ruined vehicle.
At this time she was only feigning acceptance.
At this time Q seemed to believe that she could change her fate.
If there was anything Q could offer, or some deal she could make, she would make it.
There shouldn't be anything more valuable than her life.

K: "Have you got some change with you?"
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