You and Nicolm don't like cops. You wait having to wait for a round of potential harassment and of some prick barging into your business for looking different. Everyone gets out of the car being bothered by being so close to the now dead father. You smoke cigarettes Nicolm offers while waiting and waiting. It's been somewhere over an hour so far what the fuck? The few cars that go by careen by like the Devil is chasing them and nipping at the bumper. It has to be over two and a half hours now and now sheriff. A sound in the car turns everyone's head. The father is not dead after all! He is pounding at the car window like he is trying to break his way out of the car. His eyes are wide open but they focus on nothing. His head keeps whacking off the window in his frenzied movements and bloody melts are forming there. What the fuck?