She lay face down on the road and the ice seeped into her soul. The cold felt good. It dulled the pain, it pushed her thoughts away. The cops were talking.

"How was I to know she'd collapse on us? The bus hasn't made it to the hospital yet. All the rest are busy."

"We could load her into the car."

"Yeah, and if she dies, it's all on us. Damn this full moon stupidity, and we still have another five hours on this shift."

"Wonderful."

Footsteps crunched on ...