It took a car crash, a shattered container, and a pair of boobs to end the world. It all started with the boobs, of course. Macy Lynn's. On the side of the road. She still doesn't know what inspired her to do that. It figures that I was the dumbass who got distracted by them. But who can blame me? I crashed right into the red Austin Martin headed down the other side of the blacktop. My Toyota flipped over twice and landed in a deep ditch a few yards away with a thundering boom. The Austin Martin shared a similar fate. A male voice I didn't recognize shouted, "NOT THE VIAL!" I screamed too because my world was spinning and broken and full of metal and glass. The last thing I remember seeing before I passed out was Macy Lynn putting her shirt down.

When I woke up, nothing was the same.