He was freezing cold and shaking, even worse than he had been the last couple of days. And his eyes kept blurring over so that he could barely focus on the road. Thank heavens, at this early hour, there was practically no one about and the streets were clear of traffic. Good. That was good. He didn’t want to risk injuring anybody that he didn’t have to. But he had to put a stop to this. And if his life could not be saved, then maybe his immortal soul? He’d already been to confession, but knew that that was not enough. This was not only to do with spiritual things. It was actually physical, a matter of the blood. He’d checked himself a hundred times and found the same result. His blood was growing cooler by the hour. He reached an intersection with its lights red and began to slow. When suddenly, his sight failed him completely. He stamped hard on the brake, his hands digging into the steering wheel.
