He was too far from her for her to hear, but the tires squealed and the horns announced trouble on the highways.  Metal sang and lights flashed.  Sebastion saw the truck too late and now he sees only black.  The blackness folding around the edges of his consciousness little by little but with quite a bit of speed.  He watched the world go black like an old time black and white TV show.  The blackness claims him and he only knows the abyss of nothing for a good long time.  It is defined by moments of light and moments of thought, but there is only blackness to fill him.  Sebastion was in a place of nowhere.  A place of unbound sleep.  A coma.