It's snowy, and I'm in Hillsdale, imagining how to get home. For each route, I can vividly picture exactly what will go wrong. If I take the steep uphill route, the car will slide backward into the ditch. If I take this other route, there will be an accident in which my passenger (I imagine my friend Stacey) will smash her head against the window and it will be very bloody.

Apparently I choose to go up Capitol Highway (I don't know why; it seems a steep route), because I encounter an accident at the weird intersection where the Hoot Owl and Cider Mill are. There are two very smashed cars scattered about the intersection, and a blonde girl is crawling out of one of the cars into the street.

I run to the girl and check her injuries. I yell to someone to call 911. The girl doesn't seem to be bleeding anywhere, but is not getting up, she just sort of drags herself across the pavement. I don't think I should move her, and there's nothing really to be done until the ambulance gets here, so I try to just talk to her.

I ask her name, but she won't tell me. She cites some new rule about not having to state your name after an accident, and says she'll be the first to use that rule.