There wasn’t really anything he could do now. There wasn’t time. Once he’d resigned himself to his fate, that gripping fear he’d felt dispersed very quickly. Certainly he didn’t welcome what was ahead, but he figured that as there wasn’t anything he could do about it, he may as well make himself comfortable.

He’d reclined the seat and was laying down, looking out of the sunroof to the brilliant blue sky above. Being honest, he was silently hoping that adjusting the seat would be enough to tip the balance in his favor, but if anything it had made his situation more precarious. It didn’t bother him. Right now, nothing did. He pulled out his iPod, popped the annoyingly small white headphones into his ears, and put on the album that made him feel the most untroubled, the most relaxed: “Twelve Stops and Home” by The Feeling.

He wasn’t even halfway through track two when the car finally shifted. As the car plummeted to the ocean below, he smiled. By now, he’d forgotten how to worry. He was just… happy.