“The girl walks along the sidewalk, serenely smiling at her thoughts. I can’t say that she’s a beauty, but she’s such a beauty—you can’t take your eyes off her. The rearview camera notices her when it’s too late, very late. If she doesn’t stop, in twenty seconds her pretty face will be directly under a sheaf of glass fragments, and there’s nothing I can do. I can't get out of my car. All I can do is stick my hand out the window and shoot the girl at the feet. Perhaps this is the solution..."