"When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me." -Morrissey ☀ 2010 setting

Its cold. Its snowing. Its midnight. You're alone. You've got nothing better to do but count change until you figure out a way to get home, that is until you whack someone with your car door. Will this person end up being just a helpful stranger, or a vital person in your life?