This is getting weird but you go with it. Officer Duncan seems very confident, and you're quite disoriented from the bump on the head and the voice in your head and the shock of killing that baby and everything else. You shut your eyes tight.
You hear a sound like balloons being rubbed together and a weird pressure in the air; your eyes are clamped shut now as if of their own volition, you don't think you could open them if you tried.
Your eyes open again and you're sitting in the back of the idling cop car. The sun is shining. Officer Duncan is in the front seat with the window rolled down and his arm hanging out lazily. The scene is silent. There are no emergency vehicles, no dad's Jeep on fire, no dead baby smeared in the road, no wailing teenage mother. You are not even handcuffed anymore.