A single piece of asphalt, wet, spins briefly underneath the car before it’s gone forever, lost somewhere back in the ink behind the dim red glow of the brake lights. It’s cold out, with a heavy curtain of rain, and as the solitary soul in the vehicle, you have little in the way of keeping your mind from going numb behind the wheel. The radio plays nothing but static; your only companions are the empty coffee mug vibrating gently on the floor in front of the passenger seat beside you, and the empty mug's evil encore, encroaching exhaustion.

The landscape is dark, bleak, and grey, and though you have been driving for hours, you no longer seem to have any idea where it is you're going. You just keep your eyes on the horizon, and as you round a bend in the road, your stomach feels strangely sick for a second before your headlights focus your attention completely on the lone figure standing before you. A second later he is gone, thrown violently to the ground by the force of the impact. Your car, as if all by itself, stops, and you find yourself getting out and running back, though you are certain the victim could not have survived. Standing over him, you confirm your suspicions and then stop, unsure of what to do. The darkness soaks into you and conspires against your better judgment; you grab his feet.

Pulling him off the road, you scrape through some brush, and step into a clearing. On all sides, you are suddenly surrounded by bodies. More than you can see. Stacked upon bodies. More than you can count. Horrified, you stumble backwards, through the bush, clawing your way back to the road, to the car, to something safe and sane. You search for some way out of this nightmare, for salvation, and you find it: the road. And with it, two golden angels, bearing straight down on you.

A pair of headlights round the bend.