“Driving fast is like falling,” Michael says behind the wheel.

Danyel is not so cheerful. “Mike, slow down, oh my God.”

“It’s all in the mind, Dana. A raindrop doesn’t slow on the way down. The wind buffets it back and forth…”

He speeds over two lanes; sliding between a sedan and a red mini coup.

Her grip on the dash tightens. “Rain drops merge when they collide Mike. Oh God!”

“Ah, but raindrops don’t collide. They manage to avoid each other all the way down. That is why we’re not hit by a solid mass of water.”

He flashes that knowing grin she hates.

“You’re full of sh- Look Out!”

“Calm yourself Dana. I’m a good driver. Haven’t got a ticket in years.”

“Brake lights, brake lights!”

He continues his relentless forward momentum, finding every hole and gap between busses, cars, and trucks, like a fish in a crowded stream.

“It’s an art really.”

“You’re crazy,” she squeezes down into the seat and shuts her eyes.

“Stay with me Dana, we’re nearly there.”

“Slow down Mike… please.” She places a hand on his knee.

“Okay, okay, I’m taking my foot off the gas.”

They coast towards the off-ramp where the hospital looms ahead, cold and white.

“It’s going to be okay.”