I overcorrected on the icy road, and the car went over the edge.
As it fell to the darkness below, time seemed to slow. I thought it was just a consequence of my seemingly imminent death, but then I noticed the woman in red sitting in the passenger seat.
"Well, quite the pickle, hey?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Good choice of words.
Look, I'm someone who can arrange a miraculous escape for you, in exchange for your soul."
"Aren't miracles the other side's thing?"
"Cute.
Time's ticking."
I agreed, and miraculously was thrown clear.
The passengers, not so much.
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