"Yeah, yeah," Adam replies, annoyed but his voice is still tinged with a hint of fondness. "I'll see you there." He hangs up and finishes putting the coat on entirely, locking the door behind himself as he heads out with Ronan. The rain already seems more intense, and as he gets behind the wheel, the seeming is more of a definite thing. He tries to keep chatter to a minimum, but it doesn't matter, the stereo coming back on and this time Adam's complaints being ignored until he's about to snap. Then when it goes off, he switches it back on, just to be defiant.

He's not in the right frame of mind as he's driving, trying to make out the road behind the ever present sheet of rain against his windshield. Hell, he isn't even entirely there, spiritually speaking, as more visions and sensations crawl around him. It's why, when oil and other car fluids on the ground mix in with the water, he hydroplanes. It's why someone like Adam, who knows what to do in a situation such as this, reacts too slowly, and by the time he's doing the right thing, machine collides with man.

Everything and nothing greets Adam as it happens. The sound is horrendous, resounding through rain and bass and a scream, and Adam doesn't know if it came from Ronan, himself, or whatever it is that's now gracing his hood as he skids to a halt on the highway shoulder. Everything in front of him is a sickly shade of red, washed away slowly into a pink mess, and through all the confusion, Adam can see what it is.

"GANSEY!"