The circumstances are surreal, as realistic as every other sensation feels. There's the bright and warm noon sun shining down on the city, the crisp autumn breeze drifting through the buildings, and the usual hubbub of the city whose rhythm is... sleepier of late, admittedly, but humming on nevertheless.

Then, there was the shrill screech of tires biting into concrete, the sulphuric scent of exhaust being churned out at a unnatural capacity, the heavy shadow of something suddenly there that really wasn't before out of her periphery, and it's with a daydream-like numbness that the girl crossing the street at very green light realizes she's about to get rammed into at full force by a speeding truck. The other dark blur from behind her is registered when she's managed to half-turn towards the looming vehicle moments before impact, far smaller but still shooting towards her with clear purpose. Wh--

There isn't time to think; she moves on pure reflex. She can only attempt to prevent the darting black ball from sharing her fate (--but why was it even in a hurry to come her way?--), and if she can't rebuff its pounce, then she'll try to catch it while shifting her back to the incoming truck. If she can let her own body absorb most of the impact, then maybe, with any luck, this far smaller and agile creature, maybe--

--Tch.

The world churns. The disorientation is admittedly much more severe, without the ability to shut away inconvenient things at will and the terribly fragile limitations of an entirely human body. It's nothing unfamiliar, but somewhat frustrating all the same. Every nerve and muscle is protesting, but she forces her eyes to open and her vision to steady all the same. That lithe black shape... A dog? A cat? Was it spared, or did they both end up getting run over together, despite their respective best efforts?

...The worst case scenario wouldn't be surprising. She never was particularly lucky.