It all happened so fast. You didn't mean to swerve over the line. It was only for a second. But that was enough. Now they're lying there. In the dark, rain beating in through the broken glass and mangled metal. You see the driver pinned behind the wheel. You want to grab him, pull him from the wreckage, shake him — and explain. Make him understand. It was just an accident. You aren't really drunk... Anyway, a man's entitled to a drink with his mates. And it’s Christmas.