(Down the long road Victor drives along... shrouded with large green trees boarded from the street by silver rails. The street lights tall and spaced along the way. Even with the street lights, it was dark. Victor holds his left hand on the wheel gazing down the road in his favorite letter-man jacket. Terrified. His life flashing in his eyes at every passing of a street light. Jitters, fidgeting his right hand uncontrollably on his face, neck, in the air; leaning to his right with his elbow on the driver's compartment. The only sound was of the cars motor.