The first pages of The Dark Mind, by T.R. Ragan began with a man’s love for his future wife. They walk together heading for his car after a night out. He wants to elope, she laughs at the idea, but no worry he’d probably wait forever. As they walk toward his car they notice the strangers. She wanted to go the other way, call a cab. He thought it was silly. Then he realizes his backpack in the back seat was missing, and the car wouldn’t start. “I asked you how it was going,” one of the strangers said. Broken glass everywhere, chaos.
Oh shit, I think they should have called a cab.