Dukey went to his car, had some difficulty starting it, but he knew which spot on the dashboard to hit. However, it never worked with his fists. He shrugged, and gave the dash a firm headbutt, and the engine turned over. No sooner was he out of his parking spot, after releasing the parking brake, than he saw a figure frantically waving at him with both arms. He stopped the car just in time for the person to crash head-first into the windshield. It was Clara! She slid down off the hood of the car, and slumped to the ground.<br/><br/>He put the car in park again, opened the door, got out, and slammed it shut, unknowingly catching his jacket in the door. He hurried to the front of the automobile, his jacket pulling cleanly off his body, and knelt beside Clara. “Are you alright, miss?” he asked, not wanting to let on that he knew her name already. “Can you hear me? Miss? Oh, no. What have I done?”<br/><br/>He looked around, and saw a man standing near the exit of the store, with a disapproving look on his face, his arms folded. Dukey looked back down as Clara came to. “Thank God, you’re okay!” he said as he assisted her to a standing position.