Pouncival stared at the scene before him.

It had happened so fast, it was hard to believe it happened at all. He had heard stories about accidents like these and how they seemed to occur in slow motion. The actual accident had taken merely a second to occur, but the sights and sounds seemed make the accident longer, like thick molasses dripping out from a bottle.

As Plato bounded out across the gravel road, a shrill horn and the squealing of rubber tire against gravel filled Pouncival's ears. He could see the car skidding from side to side, the human inside trying to control the vehicle. He saw the faint reddish-orange sparks that were caused by the friction from the tires. He saw the frightened face of Plato as he leapt out of the way. And he saw the fear-stricken face of Alonzo as the car made contact with his body, staining his black and white fur with a shade of crimson red.

And then, the human drove off as if nothing had happened at all.

It took a while for Pouncival to take in what had happened, but then, reality hit him smack in the face.

"ALONZO!"