I Lost Track of Where I Am and What I'm Doing

I did not know my name or where I was. All I knew was light and dark, shapes, the cold, the witness. The wreckage of the cars seemed to be all around me. A third one had hit us both. I reached down and picked it up, curious. It was a photograph. My passenger had been holding it inside the car. But whatever she and her son had planned for me that night, she did and he's still alive. And now I doubt she has anyone left to act through. "Even bad things can happen to people, even random people"