In the summertime, the small little town of Radiator Springs was always blazing hot, almost like if you went on asphalt your tires would melt without you even having to speed, so it was beyond odds when Lightning McQueen looked out his window of his Racing Museum to see rain. Muggy, humid, awful, pouring rain. He groggily pulled into the damp street, glowing gold from the old, forsaken traffic light.
He decided to go over to the V-8 café, which he assumed would be deserted since it was too cold for a refreshing drink, but he was wrong; in fact, almost all of the Radiator Springs citizens we're there with sorrowful expressions plastered on their dashboards. Lightning swerved into the café and parked. "What's wrong?" he asked in a worried tone. "And where's Doc?" the slick, cherry colored racecar could always tell when his beloved mentor was not around. Almost immediately all eyes with set on McQueen, and Sally slowly pulled up to her boyfriend. "…Doc is gone." She said, choked up. Her sparkling emerald eyes with wet with tears, and Red started bawling….again. Lightning shook his head and whispered, "No…!" Sheriff drove up to Lightning and his engine began idling. "He died last night, while you we're asleep. Obviously there was nothing anyone could do, or else Doc would've saved himself." Again, Lightning denied it. "He is still alive. I know he is!" and angrily he sped out of the café and hurried to Doc's old garage.