Volume, cruise… what is this? Alarm? No, this one.

A click.

“Um, Hello? Was this the right—”
“Robert! Where are you?! She’s…”
“Sue, I’m —”

Red splashed all over the misty windshield and he jerked his head in time to see “Baby on Board.”. He swerved to his right, and he felt the wheels turn but his car wouldn’t. His mind cleaved, his arms felt impotent, he pumped the brakes and gas. Suddenly his body crashed against the door as tread caught some godsend exposed asphalt.

Darkness.

Robert’s suit was neatly pressed. His feet came off the ground. He held a hand to his lapel, then dropped it — he wanted to be sincere. He looked up and let go.