You pull back from the man and walk toward your car. Thoughts run through your head, jumbled and skittering like wasps clamoring back into the hive. What do I do? What happens now? You bump into the back of your car and follow around to the hood where the man hit. A splash of blood trails across the smooth chassis. A patch of blue cloth sticks to the broken left headlight. Snowflakes drizzle the road, covering tire marks.