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He never planned on being out on that stretch of road that night. In fact, he almost stayed home. He spent his days at the auto shop and his evenings in the old garage his father left behind, working on his car or fixing whatever needed attention. The routine kept his thoughts steady and gave him something solid to hold on to. But that night, something felt off.Earlier that afternoon, he had gotten into an argument with his boss. It was not explosive, but it left a weight in his chest he could not shake. He closed the shop early and stepped outside, needing air and space and the comfort of a long drive. He took the back road out of town, the one lined with tall trees and old telephone poles, the one people used only when they wanted to be alone. He drove with the windows down, the cool night air brushing through his hair. The radio played softly, a familiar song that matched the quiet mood he carried. He thought about his life, about the things he wanted to change, about the dreams he kept tucked away. He almost turned back twice, but something kept him moving forward, deeper into the dark stretch of highway.Then he saw it.A sudden flash of light. A sound that did not belong. The sharp skid of tires on asphalt. His heart jumped before his mind caught up. He slowed the car and scanned the road, and that was when he saw it. A vehicle twisted at an angle that made no sense. Smoke rising. Headlights flickering. The world around it strangely still.He pulled over without thinking. Instinct guided him. He had seen accidents before, but something about this one felt different. The air felt charged, almost electric. He approached carefully, calling out, hoping for a response. And then he saw you. Dazed, confused, gripping a phone that looked like nothing he had ever seen. You looked out of place, like you had been dropped into his world from somewhere else entirely.