One of these people is a relatively young mother, driving to school to pick up her son.

There seems to be an unusual amount of traffic, today.

Clarice is, unfortunately, rather used to traffic.

If it's bad enough she might call the school to let them know she's running late. After-school clubs, aka cheap babysitting – it's only polite to let them know.

Yeah it's a bit worse than usual, might be a good idea.

When there's a bad bit and the car's stopped and she can use her phone without breaking the law in too horrible a way, she calls the school.

Hands-free phone. She's wary of using it, still, but it's handy to have available.

It rings... more times than it usually does.

"Saint Monica's, how can I help?" says a harried-sounding voice.

"Hi there," says Clarice. "I'm really sorry – it's Clarice, Alexandre's mother? I'm going to be late picking him up."

"Oh—because of the traffic, right. Be careful out there? Lots of people are passing out kinda suddenly, while driving—and some people did the same thing here, it's a bit chaotic."

"… Right, thank you."

Is there anything on the radio about this?

No, news about a town that small takes a bit to circulate.

Oh, so at least it's not a large-scale thing, just localized.

Well, Clarice'll keep going slowly through the traffic.

She didn't really need this today, but it's not the worst day, at least.

It's not, indeed.

Eventually she does see an accident—someone fell asleep while driving and apparently can't be woken up.

...or maybe they're dead, what with the way this woman is panicking around them.

– Clarice frowns, looks around, and pulls over to the side of the road so she can get out and go over.

"Hello? Sorry, do you need some help?"

"He—he crashed against my car, and I got out to talk to him, and he's just dead. I tried calling one-nine-two and they said they'd be here as soon as possible but the town is hectic and they're getting lots of reports—"

Clarice moves towards the body. "Do you know any first aid, are you sure?"

Body! Any signs of breathing or life-like-ness?

"I—I don't, but—"

Nope. Dead as a doornail.

Body temperature? She might try CPR – CPR is probably not going to help but there's not much else she can do.

Warm, he's very recently dead.

CPR doesn't work.

Ambulance on its way but probably busy with other things ugh – "Might want a mask, if this is a gas leak."

She looks like this hadn't even occurred to her. "Do you have one? Of course not, where do we get one?"

And someone over there watching curiously falls dead.

"Use a top for now," responds Clarice, still performing CPR.

Nope, no deal.

Ten minutes is probably long enough for there to be lasting damage! However, it's possible she'll save the person if she continues for longer than that.

Ten minutes is not that long if it can save a life.

It doesn't.

Her stamina's good but it's not ridiculous. She keeps going for a bit longer.

How's the other woman doing?