When Tommy drove out of Cape street he had the van’s speed at its highest, even though he saw that the old woman didn’t take any step forward to follow him or chase him. Even when he got out of Hepville the speed of the van never decreased one bit. From then on he didn’t know what to expect; what to trust, what to believe to be real or not. After what he’d experienced, one is bound to question almost everything they knew. 

He turned for the right corner, saw that the electricity was back. The robot ahead switched from green to red. Tommy wanted to stop the van but his feet refused to move. The van sped past the red light. He tapped his thighs, but they couldn’t move. His legs were dead. 

“What the fuck!?” He slapped his legs as if waking them up.

Tommy drove around swerving from car to car, almost crashing against them but side-scraping one,. He touched his legs but they felt like someone else’s legs; not a part of his body.

Tyres screeched when he turned for a corner…there was traffic. Feet not working. Unable to hit the brakes. Accident. Cars crashing. The van got hit by other vehicles as it turned. A chaos of cars as they they hit each other, crashing and crashing.

Then everything became still except for the white smoke floating in the air, cars jammed against one another as some of them let out a noise of alarm. Tommy’s head was bleeding. Distorted voices of people screaming and crying, others asking what’s going on. When he regained his sight he realised the van is upside down; saw various running feet through the smashed windshield.

Pieces of broken glass all over him. His overalls had blood although he – except the head – didn’t tell where he was bleeding from. He heard wet splatter somewhere. Gas drip.

Tommy crawled out of the car since his legs were not working anymore. He tried to crawl faster, dragged himself on the street with tired bleeding hands and the useless legs were so heavy it felt like pulling two heavy bags full of large rocks. He didn’t make it. As the disoriented people cleared off the scene the crashed cars began to explode off one by one like a set of firecrackers, and Tommy’s van wasn’t far from all of this.

Indeed someone did not sleep tonight. 

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