Oliver was running late for work. He had lost track of time and now had only about ten minutes to get across town and actually be on time. This wouldn't have been a problem if he actually had a car, but he didn't and knew there was no way he was going to make it. The best he could hope for was being a little late at this point. So he moved down the street at a hurried pace, taking any shortcuts he could. As he darted across the street, cutting it perhaps a hair too close, he heard the car horn blare.
It was like the sound triggered some hazy half formed memory. A car horn, an electric pop as sparks flew around him. He wanted to run, but he was stuck. Something was tangled around his legs and he couldn't get free no matter how much he pulled at it. Then someone was there reaching out to help. It was a girl but he couldn't make out her face. No matter how much he focused on her, tried to put her features into existence they remained blurry. The car horn quickly faded into the distance and with it whatever he had just experienced. It felt like a memory, but that was something he knew for a fact had never happened. Oliver didn't really have time to dwell on it right now as he was still late. It would be a problem for later.
