--- Wouldn't Work -- 100 -- SHADOWS ---
Cars fly by, their engines roaring, horns blaring, black wheels rolling across black road. My own car, an imported American SUV (black), sits by the side of the road as I try to dial Mythen to let her know where I am. But, this being my life, the cell phone battery dies as I flip the phone open.
I stare up at the black sky that seems to press down. I'm getting sick of waiting for Rip to arrive with the jumper cables.
I justify using Black magic to start the SUV with the thought, "They probably wouldn't work anyways."