A Car Journey

The Beginning

The soft, creamy-pink clouds had melted away and left behind an emptiness in the sky. The car muttered down the road, frost decorating its windows. It was the kind of night where your breath would linger beneath the moon.
I'm glad you can finally recovered" said Peter, his brown spheres focused on the long, dull road ahead.
"Thank God for that, being stuck in bed with a fever for two weeks is an awful experience" Alex responded. But before another word could be uttered, there came a sudden thud from the front of the vehicle.
Peter swiftly slammed on the brakes. The car stopped immediately.
Peter then slowly exited the car. When he approached what had caused the thud, he was greeted by a large, grey mongrel illuminated by the headlights, lying motionless on the road.
"What is it?" asked Alex, curiously sticking her head out of the window
"A dog", he replied with a sigh.
"Crap, someone might own it," she remarked.
"It's unfortunate but It'll be fine, I'll just move it, and we will be on our way," he stated while carrying the lifeless mongrel off the road.
It had been around twenty minutes since the dog incident. Alex and Peter had tried to push that memory to the back of their minds. Peter decided he needed to take a break from driving, so he pulled over on the side of the road. As he and Alex were preparing to have a nap, a mysterious, shadowy outline of a person was approaching their vehicle.
"What do they want?" Peter questioned, straining his eyes in an attempt to make out who was outside. When the figure came into view, he could see it was a middle-aged man wearing a scarf and a long trench coat.
Alex, cautiously observing from the passenger's side, caught a glimpse of the man. He appeared vaguely familiar for some reason. The man had no expression on his red face. He knocked on the driver's side window. Peter reluctantly opened the window, leaving a small gap, just wide enough to hear what the man was saying.