Just like she'd seen it- feeling very much like deja vu- the ground moved forward and the frame passed from her sight. The symphony chords seemed to resound in her head as much as they had in the car. There was a deep, bellowing piece of bass with a slow building add of cello and the rest, getting louder and louder in a way that almost seemed beautiful.
Perhaps it was her body's reaction to the shock, but it wasn't at all discomforting. It was soothing, easing at everything else happening around her and that stranger she knew and the moving ground. Her vision remained double-sighted and shaky, but she forced herself to keep her balance.
There had been something hard. Something in front of her. She'd jerked forward. There'd been a split second of something that had been about to break, crush, something loud. She'd hit something. Another car. That sensation of deja vu suddenly made something angry bubble up inside of her, almost scowling for a moment. "I wrecked my car." She said slowly, each word enunciated with equally precise irritant and disgust horror.