It was a dark and stormy night. No, it really was. The car came towards him on the wrong side of the road, straight towards his bonnet. There was a massive squeal of brakes but he couldn't stop in time. He couldn't swerve far enough. Metal shrieked and crumpled and the world shut down.
He was aware of figures in white at the periphery of his vision. "Angels!" he smiled to himself.
"We're losing him!" said the nurse by his bedside and the figures blurred and receded.
As his vision shrank to a pinpoint he saw the three headed dog.