Daniel, Darchelle and I are in a car on a snowy road following a storm. Daniel is driving. When we suddenly come to a fork in the road I recognize where we are and I want him to bear left up a hill despite a small snowbank partly obstructing the way but he instead turns right. Blocking the road immediately ahead of us a horizontal tank, cylindrical in shape with rounded ends, is sitting on a low platform with a couple of plastic hoses attached to it. I immediately realize that someone has set it up in response to the storm as a temporary water supply for the multistory old wooden house just downslope below the road. I also realize that this road that Daniel has chosen is a dead end but he does not stop. Instead he simply crashes through the obstacle, shattering the tank.
Angry that Daniel did not stop and I am now left to deal with the homeowner, I don't for the moment care what might have happened to him. I am standing in the road above the house. A woman from the house has come up to the road and is standing in front of me. She is wearing a faded blue and white house dress and she is quite obese but the most striking aspect of her appearance is the beer bottle protruding from her left eye. It is just the top 2 inches or so of a brown beer bottle with the cap attached, and unlike her right eye it is angled downward as if looking at the ground in front of her. I wonder if the top had been broken off and jammed into her eye, but if so, it was long ago because the wound appears fully healed.
I expect that the woman will be angry but she seems calm, though she does mention something about "law enforcement". She then draws my attention to Daniel who is lying on his back on the road some distance beyond us. Sympathetic now, I can hear him whimpering in a small high-pitched voice. Leaning over him I see that his pants leg is torn at the knee, exposing a hinged knee brace made of gray plastic. The brace does not look damaged but the skin underneath it is scraped in several places and seems to be wet.