2K+

"Monday to Sunday," said Rob with tired eyes, brain dead and almost falling asleep. He desperately needed to sleep.
Intrigued, Susan asked, "Less than a week. What happened?"
"Monday to Sunday," repeated Rob like a robot.
"I know. What happened?"
"Driving, noises, dirty windows, fog, and snow."
"Where?"
"Lots of snow, low visibility, and then something weird... the roads, dogs and rabbits."
"What are you talking about?"
"Dead dogs, ran over by cars, blood on the road, dog blood," Rob paused for a second and looked at the sky like if looking for a secret answer, "The rabbits ran, they were the lucky ones. Dogs were unlucky."
"You are freaking me out."
"The fog, no visibility, I ran my car over five dogs that were crossing the street. The rabbits were faster and saved themselves," his eyes saddened, "Poor dogs, too much driving, too much coffee."
She stayed there looking at him, paralyzed.
Rob continued, "I, I didn't want to. It was an accident. 2K plus."
"2K what?"
"I drove more than two thousand miles. I need to rest."

Rob closed his eyes and started dreaming. The ambulance closed its doors and started its journey to the closest hospital. Susan the paramedic worked hard to avoid Rob fall in the never ending dream.