Runaway awake and wondering where you are the nightmares never stop, you know. I see your smile inside my head but the blood, the bodies scattered on the road, arranged like ragdolls- pedestrians that appeared to be respite's silent refugees. The car couldn't be caught. It sped, too scared to stop, police had said, for fear they'd find the firearms strapped in the back, like a baby on board or baby in a stroller, silent beside a corpse with curly hair and an uncanny resemblance to man, shaking, on the side picking up pieces of glass and plastic.