You're driving from work one rainy day.... tired day, not really much happened... you look in your rear view mirror and see... a cloak. A black cloak... in your backseat... you turn around- and it's gone... but it's still in the mirror... and then you look out your window and your heart stops. Is that a semi?- You've woken up now... you aren't sure where you are... but you feel... weirdly light. You get up and freeze. A massive pileup, a single semitruck flipped on its side, the bumper smashed... you look down... and you see yourself. On the ground, unconscous, one of your arms missing, blood everywhere.... what is going on?! And then you see it again. In the distance, a figure... in a black cloak... with a scythe. G: "....Be not afraid, dear child...."