The black road lay behind her, tracing her tires to her unknown destination, her mind focused on her left shoulder; vermillion liquid draining from her body as her head went numb. And she awoke with her head throbbing, and adrenanline raising to her lungs. She immediatly released all her liquids, bile draining from her throat. Her vomit seemed almost larger than her, herself. It was then she heard a distant sound, growing, engrossing her ears, her eyes unconcentrated on the vomit which lay in front of her. Her seat began to vibrate with the sound, her pupils growing larger with every heartbeat. She ran her hands over to her seat, and her rancid hands grasped the cell phone. Her vocal chords strained to make a sound, the taste of bile in her lungs. Before she could answer, her ears vibrated with Mick's voice. What was coming, she did not know. Her hands caressing her teared flesh her mind only focusing on his voice "Jane... is dead."