The jaw was slack. “How could I see that from here?” He thought he should step closer but found himself there. “What’s this, the twilight zone? Any other time that might be funny.” The skin seemed taught over the face. It was taught enough making the features look boney, teeth slightly bared. “Those are my clothes.” He looked down at the license plate. “Grad 76. Two people can’t have the same plate except different states? NY… New York! It’s my Karmann-Ghia. There’s a dead guy in my car? Was I walking that long…”
He found himself sitting on the hood.