Shock has drained the colour from his face but he looks otherwise unharmed. There are six or seven people stood round the front of the car peering in through the front windscreen. One of them, an elderly woman, raps on the window.‘Are you alright in there, Missy? Should someone get an ambulance?’I look at Nick who shakes his head. ‘No, no, thank you, we’re fine. We’ll be fine.’She nods her head and steps back slightly but none of them turn to leave.‘Are you OK?’ I ask Nick and he slams his fist against the steering wheel in anger.‘He tried to kill us,’ I state eventually, unable to think of anything else useful to say.‘Yes, he did.’‘Actually dead.’‘Yes, Susan, actually really dead.’When I look at him again, he’s shaking, and automatically I reach out to put my hand on his shoulder. He pulls me into his arms and we sit for a minute, stunned and scared, holding on to each other for dear life.‘Do you need to go to hospital?’ Nick asks eventually, holding me at arm’s length to check my face.
