One.

The soft summer night is poured with the summer rain along the country highway. A police car sits across the racetrack board in Williamson, New York, pointing toward the westbound traffic. An officer sits quietly with the radio jabbering in the background and the right finger on the trigger of the radar gun. The gun lets off a Beep, officer mutters to himself, "No, still good." The small car drives by itself on the two lane highway, as soon as it passed the police car, the car brake lights let off this glowing flare. Along came a scrreching sound, along came the sound of the door being opened and shut. The passenger starts running toward the police car with his arms swinging in the air against the heavy rain. The screaming sounds come from his mouth while the officer lets the base know "there's an individual approaching my vehicle base. Stand by."

The officer rolls down his electronic window, the electronic comfort behind the crazy weather as the guy approached his car in a hysterical but fatigued look. "Officer! I'm sorry, I don't mean to alarm you, I'm not armed or anything, I need you to see this!"

The hatcback of the driver's car pops open, we cannot see what's inside but we can see the reaction of the officer's face. He holds still and calls for back up through the radio. The driver of the other car looks into the hatchback with a look on his face.