There are spin-outs everywhere, cars smashed, people standing on the sidewalk. He stands among them, hands and face dripping with blood. No one even gives him a second glance.
As smile stretches across his lips, he whispers, “Three days.”
He turns and walks away, passing the street full of people. Princes and Princesses stand alongside actors and actresses, starmen, music icons, poets, comedians, boxers, authors, and choirs. Next to them, all nations stand side-by-side.
They turn to face him and hiss, “Go away, 2016! We don’t want you anymore.”
He shrugs them off, though, and laughs, “Three days to go.”