Lena laughed.
A sharp, nervous sound.
"Okay. I'm hallucinating."
Death didn't react.
Instead, he looked past her.
Almost confused.
"That's strange."
"What?"
"You're not supposed to be here yet."
Her laugh faded.
"What do you mean?"
Death lifted his hand.
The darkness shifted like smoke.
Images appeared.
A road.
Rain.
The truck.
But something else too.
A shadow moving before the crash.
Death frowned slightly.
"Someone interfered."
"With what?"
"Fate."
A cold silence filled the space.
Then he looked back at her.
"You were meant to die tonight."
Lena's throat tightened.
"Were?"
Death seemed to think about something.
Like he was breaking a rule.
Finally he spoke.
"I could correct the mistake."
Her heart stopped.
"Or…"
He extended his hand.
"I could let you live."