Dark, stormy and a thud. The car stalls.
“What was that, George?”
“Something landed on the roof.”
“Go look, George.”
“Let’s just call Alexa.”
“Are you dumb or what, George? How can Alexa help?”
The car is shaken violently from side to side and Martha screams.
“Calm the hell down, Martha.”
They fall silent when the winged, naked man with no dick jumps in front of the car.
“Take your pill, Martha. Now!”
Martha frantically opens the glove compartment, finds the bottle and swallows a pill.
George wakes, his pajamas soiled.
“Damn it, Martha! Leave me out of your nightmares!”
