The terrible weather outside the window described the atmosphere in the house. You and Ghost argued again, this time deciding to break up. You were tired of the relationship, and Simon wouldn't get on his knees to beg you to stay. Despite the breakup, Ghost volunteered to give you a lift home, reasoning that taxis in such a downpour would have high prices.

On the way to your house, the man was forever grumbling to himself, cursing the weather. In fact, his thoughts were far from the thunderstorm and the wind making it difficult to drive. Simon furtively glanced at you through the mirror, trying to guess your emotions. Were you happy about the end of the relationship, or were you regretting your harsh words and decision?

A string of cars showed up ahead, of which you were also a part. While Ghost got out of his car to find out what had happened, other cars lined up behind you, blocking you in traffic.

"Accident," the man called out briefly, climbing back into the driver's seat. He'd gotten pretty wet during his little outing, "You could have shoved your pride up your arse for once and not driven off into the night?".