"Did you want to see something different?" came a voice from right next to him. Road was curled up, watching the scene with a wide, unnatural grin. She didn't look real though, more like a crazy ragdoll made from patchwork that was attached to the surroundings. "This music is strange~." Not that it had to do with anything, but it wasn't what someone from the nineteenth century was used to listening to.

The noise remained at the same level but the scene changed slightly. After his father drove off, it didn't start from the beginning once again. Instead, his mother slowly got up from where she was lying on the road, walking towards him, blood from the wound across her forehead dripping down onto the gentle smile on her face.