The car actually struck me, no more than a nudge really, but it brought me around.  I turned, as if not really knowing where I was, how I got there, and touched the hood of the truck.  It was smooth and warm, and I could feel the engine beneath the metal, like a beating heart.

“Mister, you on something?”

I came around the driver side of the truck, looking back at the field.

Hector was gone.

Distressed, I scanned the field, but couldn’t find him.

Of course…of course…because he…

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