Flashing amber lights,sounds of screaming and crying.
She walks through a crowd of people, romping around shouting.
Is that mom? Why it is, why is she crying?
"mom are you OK?"
"tell me."
"Why wont you talk to me?"
She wonders the street looking for answers why no one is talking to her.
She comes across a twisted mess of metal that the police are referring to as a car.
She takes a glance and see's herself.
"How is that possible?"
"I was just driving home from a party."
