Coming down the hill wasn't so bad, and she'd been surprised at just how easy it'd been. Why? Driving in the rain wasn't one of her favorite things to do. People were edgy and angry and paranoid when driving slick streets, and Parker felt them all around her. As if it wasn't nerve wracking enough to feel her own frustration! Of course, she just had to feel everyone else's too. Sometimes Parker just wanted to backhand mother nature.
She turned on the radio, pushing the volume up loud to the sound of a soothing, moving orchestra of string resounded off the windows. She didn't want to have to pay attention to everyone else and their out of control hissy fits. Was there truly never any peace anywhere? The light up ahead had turned red, so she'd pressed the brake to slow, letting her head rest atop her hands on the steering wheel just as she went to stop.
But she didn't stop. She wasn't even pressing the brake. Hadn't she? It didn't register with her right away, not quite comprehending what no brake meant, her eyes still closed and feeling puzzled. Which lasted about two seconds. A car honked and her head snapped up, but she didn't have enough time to really see what was about to happen. Not with her eyes, anyway. The moment of impact, the initial jolt sent her headfirst into a vision.
It was hazy and the background noise of color was entirely distracting, everything rushing together in a blur, like she was glancing every which way. But nothing she saw seemed steady, except maybe the guy in the window. Where the window should have been. That guy. Why did she know that guy? She blinked and she watched the ground move unsteady back and forth, blinked and looked up, and there was that guy. The metal rim disappeared from sight as the ground moved forward.
She blinked, her head hanging down in front of her, the rest of her held in place by the seat belt. She was vaguely aware and still processing the fact that there'd been an impact (not fully aware yet of a crash). Colors seemed too loud and hurt her eyes, making her dizzy even just sitting there. There was a sound at the door, so she automatically turned her head to the window. And there he was, that freaking guy! Divine coincidence? Christ... that wasn't anywhere near as scary as it should have been. She was, well, happy to see him.