It’s been a slow day. Couple of oil changes, popped tires, cracked windshields. Nothing out of the ordinary. The sun was shining. Which was odd for London. It was rather warm as well.

Tom pulls the dipstick from the tube that extends into the oil pan. The level was between the ‘full’ and the ‘add’ mark. Meaning, he did his job correctly. It wasn’t hard, he could do oil changes in his sleep. He wipes the dipstick clean with his rag before reinserting it into the tube. He wipes his hands on the rag as well before sticking it back into the pocket of his jeans. Music plays from a speaker on one of the counters against the wall. His hand grabs the bottom of his muscle shirt and lifts it to his face. Wiping the sweat and any grime from his skin.

His ears perk up as he hears a vehicle approaching. But it doesn’t sound normal. There’s extra rattling. Like a failing catalytic converter or possibly valve train issues. He turns fully to watch as the car approaches his garage.