With the beer secure in the passenger seat, Tom pulls on his safety belt. Makes sure the damn thing is extra tight, adjusted correctly, his seat isn't loose, the steering column is tilted to best prevent injury... once he's satisified that his mirrors are in a state of relative symmetry, he starts the car and begins to pull away. Pressing the play button on his CD player, he tries to sink into the relaxing sounds of a Phil Collins CD that came with the car. As he mouths the words to Su-su-sudio, he does his best to put the whole awful event out of mind.