There’s a car parked on my roof.

It’s technically a truck, a ’93 Chevy. Maroon, with several toolboxes stacked in the back.

This truck showed up in the middle of the night, and I don’t know what to do.

I can climb up there, sure, but how do I get it down? I don’t want a big mess.

Uh-oh, it’s moving!

It’s creeping forward… why isn’t the parking brake on? It should be… maybe this is a set-up. A practical joke. But it doesn’t make sense.

It’s rolling… slowly it falls… the back tires are bending the gutter, it’s stopped. Maybe I should call the cops…

Wait, it’s moving, falling! It’s scraping on the roof.. and it’s breaking my roof. My roof is fucking breaking…

… it’s cracking through! The tiles are giving way! The truck is falling… wait, that’s my computer! All my files are on that hard drive!

Too scared to retrieve them, I simply watch at it falls, crushing my dreams with one fell swoop.

I wander in to survey the damage…