Andres stood up. The smoke from his cigar still hanging hazily in the air. He didn't quite understand what had happened. One minute he was enjoying an after work smoke, the next he was laying on the floor as if someone had thrown him down. He looked toward the window and stopped in his tracks. How had that car come through his window? Was that an arm sticking out from under it? A cigar! Oh no, no, no, no, no....