was taking backstreets, trying not to get involved in police confrontations.

“Does- do you…?” I cringed, the pain seeming to crescendo, “reincarnate?”

Mike said nothing. The car bounced over a pothole. The whole world faded a moment, but I couldn’t tell if I’d passed out or not.

After a few moments I said, “It happens to me.”

Mike turned his head, looking back at me for a moment. The anger had left his face, replaced by remorse. He turned back to the road and drove on for a few moments. I could feel my heart beat pulsing through my injuries.

“I’m sorry…” Mike trailed off, sitting silent for a moment before continuing, “I didn’t know…”

I looked at his face in the rearview m...

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