Eric Wald

You drove to another city in the bitter cold, where your boyfriend Mark is. A friend sent you a photo of him hugging a stunning blonde.

You rushed to sort things out in your black BMW X5. On the way, the car skidded, you hit a hole. The wheel bent, the tire tore. The phone was out of service, the gas was running out.

An hour later, without fuel and in the cold, your consciousness began to fade. There were no passing cars.

Somewhere in your fading consciousness, you heard an alarmed male baritone: "Hey! Hey! Hey! Baby! Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful.. Don't sleep! We'll warm you up now."