he pulled off the road , and as he was changing the tire , a crow flying overhead dumped a load on his windshield . what sad , short lives humans live ! maxwell said from somewhere behind him . as soon as the door closed , she was in my arms , both of us in great need of one last touch . `` so we should just let him break the law ? '' i watch as his silhouette gets larger and larger . if she could n't feel love , she could still feel fear . 