Several cars crashed head-on against the new wall, and the building that was imported and caused all of this also contains: people!

Rachel stops looking out the window, and instead tries to focus on her breathing.

After a few moments of this, she starts checking herself over for injuries.

Bruises—pretty much everywhere. She might have a cracked rib and/or collarbone, it's not totally clear.

… She tries to focus on her breathing again, this time doing it more carefully.

A paramedic eventually goes to her car. "Ma'am? Sir? Are you awake?"

The passenger still doesn't reply.

"I am," she responds. "Passenger is not." Pause. "Couldn't wake him."

"Okay. Please don't move, ma'am," he says, and then opens the door to try to remove the passenger from his seat.

He wakes up suddenly. "What happened? Where am I?"

"You were involved in an accident, sir. Please remain calm."

She tries to stay still and calm.

Looks out the window, once, briefly. In case the scene has changed.

It has not.

Quietly sitting in the driver's seat, then, not staring out the window.

The paramedic tends to the passenger, and eventually comes back for her.

She tries to point out where she's feeling the most pain. Carefully.

Tries not to panic too much.

The paramedic gently touches some parts and asks some questions and declares her to probably not be severely injured, but she'll be taken to the hospital for observation anyway.

She tries to put on a brave face for the paramedic – wound hurts but she's probably the least hurt of the lot – and then nods and follows their directions.

Can she see Matt? She doesn't really want to interrupt his work, but – this reminds her she should probably try getting in contact with him, sometime.

He doesn't seem visible right now, but he could be any of the various responders on-scene.

The paramedic puts her on a stretcher and then into the ambulance she goes.

She feels slightly ridiculous, going on a gurney thing like this. But oh well.

Unfortunately no one cares.

She's soon taken to the hospital.

Where she presumably gets poked some more.

Yes, and there she discovers she has a cracked rib but no more, and she's declared alright and sent back home with bandages and instructions to rest.

… Second day of the job, too.

She calls up the agency and explains she was in the – uh, arrival crash? Or something? She isn't sure if there's a name for this sort of thing.

Yes, yes, they are aware of this, it was all over the news and the City can't stop talking about it, she has some days off to recover.

Thanks.

So she stops off at a supermarket on the way home, grabs a few snacks, and goes back to her place.

Looking at the outside of the building, it seems just as dilapidated and run-down as it has the past few times she's looked at it. Somehow it's also more frightening.

A couple of hours later, she looks for Matt on the first app Hollister sent her.

He seems to be there!

… Looks like he might be posing for the camera. One mutual friend: Hollister Avenue.

She sends him a contact request and then messages Hollister:

<RStephens> Seen the news today?