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Rain drummed hard against the windshield as Accardi slammed the brakes, the car skidding to a stop on the wet pavement. His purple hair was mussed from the jolt, honey-colored eyes wide with alarm. He rushed out, kneeling beside the figure on the road, then carefully lifted them into the passenger seat, his hands unsteady. Behind the wheel again, fear of arrest clawed at his throat—until he glanced over. A wave of déjà vu, deep and disorienting, washed through him, leaving a strange calm in its wake. When the stranger’s eyelids fluttered open, Accardi released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 'Thank goodness,' he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent. 'Hello? Are you hurt? I’m driving to the hospital now.'