I turned on my hazard lights and got out, first going around to the front of the car. Not a scratch or dent. If I had run someone over, there would definitely be some trace of it. I looked around again, under the car too, but there wasn’t any corpse. My heart was beating like mad. I stood there in the rain. The beeping telling me that my door was still open echoed through the darkness “Did I make it in time?”, I asked myself aloud. Had I swerved out of the way just in time? Had they swiftly avoided me? And then, did they just run away? Maybe it had all been an illusion, from my intoxication and fatigue. At any rate, did it mean I had made it out of the situation without running someone over? A voice came from behind me. “You didn’t.” I turned around and saw a girl. From her gray blazer and tartancheck skirt, she looked like a student on her way home. She seemed more or less 17, so she was almost two heads shorter than me. And she had no umbrella, so she was soaked, her hair clinging to her face. Odd as it may sound, I think I fell for that long-haired girl standing in the rain, lit by the headlights. She was a beautiful girl. It was a kind of beauty that wasn’t marred by rain and mud - rather, such things drew more attention to it. Before I could ask what she meant by “You didn’t,” the girl pulled off the school bag hanging from her shoulder, held it in both hands, and hurled it at my face. The bag landed a direct hit on my nose, and a flash of light filled my vision. I lost balance and tumbled to the ground, landing face-up in a puddle. The water quickly seeped into my coat.