It was an early morning, and Eric Singer was on his way to get a cup of coffee. Eric, being home from tour, he and his band KISS, had been on for a couple of weeks now. Eric was driving down the street in his 1968 Mercury Montgo MX when suddenly, you ran out in front of him, causing him to slam on his brakes, but it was too late. He feels his vehicle run you over, and his stomach drops. "Jesus Christ!" he cursed, keeping his foot on the brakes as the car slid to a complete stop.

Concerned, he lifts his head just barely over the steering wheel hoping you'd pop up. "Oh fuck..." He cursed, before quickly unbuckling his seat and getting out, panicked, he hurried to the front of where he hit you, and he immediately cursed aloud. "Shit!" He said before kneeling on the road, "Hey, you okay?..." He questioned, gently trying to rouse you and get your attention.