She is always just ahead of him as he runs – her hand is stretched out to his, she is desperate for him to reach her and pull her out of the darkness. Daniiiii, he screams. Her dark hair whipped by the wind as she hurtles away from him. There is no sound but he sees her mouth: Tom, Tom, help me. Save me! Just as he gets to her – as their fingers are about to touch – she speeds further away. The road stretches out and out and … she is gone. Gone. Then he sees the crashed car. The shattered glass, the rug – like a spear through the windscreen. He marvels at the sight; it is so colourful in the terrible greyness of the dying day. Her body lies alone, a long way from the car. She is beautiful – so unlike Dani. Silver hair that glows, even in the gloom. Curvaceous, ripe – her mouth full, large eyes like pools of honey. She looks to the sky as if a sister angel will drop to Earth to raise her up. Tom hears the scream, not the girl – the mother. George is suddenly there beside him, he walks forward, kneels down and touches her – the blood pools around her on the road … on the road on the road On The Road He opens his eyes.
