Emily drives home, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles are white. It is pitch black except for the light of the moon and stars. Rain spits down on the windscreen like a pistol in rapid fire, beating heavily in loud thuds.

A gunshot sounds, followed by pain in her side. She grips the wheel tighter and squints into the darkness. Blood is gushing everywhere and she can feel her strength draining. She sees his face, leering above her, his wicked eyes glaring in triumph as victory becomes his.

Lightning flashes. There is a low growl of thunder. She speeds up, the car slipping on the soaked tarmac, slowly losing control of the vehicle. He sneers at her, taunting her, telling her that he won, that he was unstoppable. She growls in anger and frustration and pain and helplessness. She failed to protect Declan, and now he would be free to get to him.

His face starts to fade into blackness. She puts her foot down. Everything blurs around her. She sits back and clutches her side with her left hand. Feels her body getting weak. Slowly ceases to think.

She just sits. The car crashes.