His vision adjusted quickly.
Cars.
Cars?
Why were there cars beneath him?
He slammed into the road and heard a mass of horns and screeching rubber.
He expected to be hit and covered his head with his hands, as if that would somehow stop his head being crushed like a walnut. His eyes were tight shut, braced for a fatal impact.
A car door slammed shut and he opened his eyes. He saw a pair of boots walking towards him.
The voice of the owner of the boots said something incomprehensible too him.
A woman appeared who said something similar.
What language were they speaking?
Where was he?
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