It was pissing rain on this one autumn night, while I was driving 120 km/h down a road I was more than familiar with. It didnÂ’t matter to me that I couldnÂ’t see the lines since I knew this roads every curve, every twitch. It was covered in leaves, rain and the wind was blowing hard. A sparse scattering of broken, homeless branches were left at the mercy of my tires.

Normally along this road IÂ’m on high alert for critters, of the ground kind. I know most of their moves now too. Sneaky little, risk taking critters that often test their fate with my car. Tonight would be different. As the water brought out amphibious creatures, toads and frogs a like were re-enacting a historic moment called frogger. I was attempting to dodge them kindly, when I realized that wasnÂ’t my part. I corrected my path and ran them down. One by one they were failing their mission.

Suddenly, from the right, in the air came an unknown artefact. It came directly across the front of my car only to make a sharp turn and come straight for my head. I knew there was a windshield, I knew that it probably wouldnÂ’t hit me, but I flinched. I jerked the wheel to the left and ducked. The tail of my car spun away on the slick leaves as the front crashed through the guard rail. Down a steep embankment I bounced violently, until finally the car flipped over.

The water of the river filled in slowly through the cracked windows. I attempted to get free in a drowsy, half conscious manner that really did me no good. As the water rose above me, I feel into a deep sleepÂ…