An Accident to Somewhere

It was an accident. Yesterday, noon, Michael's phone slipped off the passenger seat. He reached to get it and swerved off the road.

That's fine. Things happen. That mailbox already had dings and scratches. The only real damage was to his own car.

Now though Michael has a problem. He finds that on the underside of the dangling mirror is a swirling mass of what?

Dark matter?

Anti energy?

Michael is no cosmologist, but he swears he is seeing a dark green planet with four white circling moons.

That, or he might of hit his head harder then he thought.