Ray loosened the final screw and the rusty plate fell straight down on his face. His nose burned and his head felt as if it was shattered and turned blood red.

"OUCH!!!!" Ray's entire body shuttered and he lifted the plate up above him and tossed it on the floor. Then the ring of rainbow wires fell down on his face and wrapped around his skull. A tangled bunch of vintage electrical cords. Just what Ray wanted at the close of his day.

He tried to shake his way out of them but he was seemingly tied in them. He shrugged deciding that he was probably going to have replace the wires anyway and slowly chopped them apart with his pocket knife.

Today just wasn't Ray's day and he knew it. He picked up the plate and wires and pushed off the rear axle, spinning out from under the old car. He stood up and set the objects on a table in the corner of the garage. He turned on an overhead light and found a flimsy, poorly bound catalogue that was left on the table.

He looked over the wires and the plate, hoping to find a serial number of some kind.

DAIHATSU SST-12151788

"Daihatsu...Daihatsu" His eyes squinted as his greasy fingers rolled over the many listings of the catalogue. As he flipped the pages they tore near the binding but Ray could care less.

"Daimler-Chrysler...no" and page 349 was left behind.

Page 350, DAIHATSU.

DAIHATSU SST-12151786.

DAIHATSU SST-12151787.

DAIHATSU SST-12151788 "BINGO!"

Ray traced the name in the far left column to the rest of the chart. "Now to find the wire's calibre." Ray enjoyed this, the technical part of his job. The part where he could tinker with the nervous systems of his dilapidated patients. He was on the verge of finshing the surgery when something in the air distracted him. He looked up from the page and out of the window. The wind blew hard against the glass pane but that was not what had attracted his attention. There was a strange charge in the air but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Just as he began to look back down at the page the light flickered and went out.

The bulb burst.

The window shattered.

There was a deafaning boom.

The blast overwhelmed Ray and he took a step backward. Air billowed past him and his hair flew back. Slowly, as if in slowmotion, the sharp, triangular shards of glass soared threw the air and dug themsleves foxholes in his flesh, thouroughly intrenched, and cut deep into his eyes. He fell flat on his back, hitting the floor hard as blood trickled from his wounds.

The pain was intense and he was shell shocked for a long moment. His spine quivered and he clenched his teeth trying to constrict his muscles and sit up but his body did not cooperate. He resigned to his situation and relaxed, feeling very tired.

He was blind and partially deaf as the garage grew incredibly cold. He stretched and his the hair on his neck stood up. Time passed and he began to hear a loud ringing in his ears. He could make out sirens turning the corner around the garage, the wind blowing through the open window, and now a metalic like clicking against the floor. It grew closer and had a slow beating pattern.

The last thing Raymond Barnett felt was Buck's wet tounge against his face. He felt safe.