[b][centre]Rucks Kennithson[/b][/centre]

As far as days go this was already terrible for Rucks. He was three hours late due to traffic and he'd written off the car he was delivering. He looked at his left wrist - his watch barely worked but he made it out as midday give or take a few hours. Last he checked he was driving a vintage E-type down the dual carriageway heading southbound. That was probably an hour or so ago? The old bill had arrived by the time he woke up.

He didn't know what happened. It was as if his consciousness just decided to get up and go, he certainly hadn't passed out from exhaustion since he'd just had several hours rest at a motel not 5 hours before the incident. You can imagine how confused he must have been when he slipped back into the world and was greeted by the sound of sirens and the ripped off arse of a car.

Rucks looked around the wreckage, three cars in total one of which had almost flipped. He managed to squeeze himself out of the heap that was once a car and staggered over to the nearest sign of authority. Probably his biggest mistake for the questions that flowed in after that were endless. Was he drunk? No. Sleep deprived? No. Under the influence of banned substances? No. Was he using a mobile phone or other such distractions? No. Was the car faulty? No - in fact it just passed its M.O.T or whatever the equivalent was.

After another hour or two he was free to go. Miraculously he faced no charges and the incident was put down to the car being faulty. Rucks guessed they couldn't charge someone who passed every test under the rainbow. They towed off the E-type to repair it and left Rucks with a courtesy car until it was fixed. He'd explained the incident to the cars owner over the phone and now was left with a simple task - leave it at the garage. Obviously Rucks wasn't trustworthy enough and let's face the facts - it's a miracle he wasn't hurt. 

In fact, he felt better than ever. As if he knew exactly where he needed to go - considering the car had no satnav this was a blessing. Just what had happened back there? Rucks shook the thought out of his head, only 50 miles south and he could stop and rest - think this whole thing through. Maybe he was just under the influence of something they gave him while he was in a coma. He didn't think to talk to the paramedics after all, he just eased his foot off the clutch and went on his way. Fifty miles south and with a slight detour to the west - there would be traffic. He could feel it.