Jonah Greeley sighed. Every year it was the same thing. He chased after this woman who had killed him and caused the death of his wife. Every year he tortured her. Every year she acted as if she didn't know why. Then the sun would come up and she would disappear. He would be left with nothing to do for a year. And she didn't seem to remember. It kind of felt like all this punishing was purposeless. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered. Then he remembered his wife. She deserved justice. This was for her. He saw the car. It was time.