A first, all the ambulance crew can see are two strips of rubber snaking down the highway and disappearing over a bank. Down the hillside, torchlight picks out a car steaming and creaking against a tree.
Crew members scramble down.
The tree has won this argument. Paint flakes off twisted metal. Beads of glass glisten like glowworms amongst the bush. A dark form lies hunched over the steering wheel.
They expect the worst, but then a slight movement gives them hope. Heartbeats race. A door is wrenched open.
A blood-covered man tilts his head back, spits out two teeth.
“Where’s my phone gone? Was just texting the missus I’m nearly home.”