It wasn't the impact that really got to him; it was being in the car after that.
It wasn't nearly as bad as that crash, but that didn't stop the suffocating feeling in his chest.
He had to get out of that car.
He leaped for the door, and climbed out before it could really hit him.
Then seeing the two cars connected brought back old memories.
The horn is blaring
The air smells of burning rubber and gas…
Stop!
He screams it at himself.
He can't afford to freak out right now, so he looks away from the crash, staring at the building in front of him.
It's not even there.
In the distance he can hear Harvey and the cab driver fighting, and the cop interfering.
He tries to block it out when he hears his name.
He looks towards Harvey, focusing on Harvey.
Harvey is the only thing there, no crash in the background.
He listens to Harvey's instructions.
He is so grateful to get out of there, so he hails a cab.