“Dusty.” Stone came after me. I ignored him. Walking out of the fence, going to my car, I glanced up at him as I unlocked my car. A stranger. That’s what he was to me now. And he saw it, too, because he reared back on his feet, a curse falling swiftly from his lips. Then I got in my car, started it, and backed up, all the while staring at a stranger. I kept backing up, and then I heard a shout before I felt the impact, followed by metal crunching, glass shattering, screams, and then blessed, blessed darkness. Peace.
