Bryan and I are going to see a movie at the "Civic" theatre. He is driving, and I am in the passenger seat. As we approach the theatre, the traffic becomes very heavy, and we are forced to turn back. As we do, we see the reason - there has been a terrible car crash on the city street. One corpse lies smashed on the road, and another person with smashed feet pulls along with his arms, leaving a long trail of blood.

At this point we really want to just get out of there, but in the process we accidentally run a red light, and the police begin to chase us. We don't stop. Bryan says the movie is playing another place that is an hour out, and if we press on and don't stop we can make it. I'm nervous about this because I have to pee, and I look around the car for a good container in case of emergency.

But now I'm in the back seat, with another friend, and some cute, playful girls are in the car. A blonde one jumps into the seat next to me, which worries me because I don't trust her not to steal my money but I can't defend adequately at this distance.