The darkness is cold as I stand in the middle of a dark highway. I can make out something is coming my way, but I'm not sure what it is. I noticed red and blue lights blinking, “What the hell?” I thought. Then, the car stopped right next to me, and the window rolled down, “We are here to collect you,” the driver said. “What are you talking about?” I asked; the driver pointed to something behind me. I followed the hand; I noticed my body lying next to my wracked car.