She stood there, covered in nothing but a crimson gown, shivering against the cold.
The rain fell down in a perfect arc around her, as the doorway spared her from the worst of the elements.

Glancing out, she caught my eye, and there was only one thing to do.

Or so I thought, but as I crossed the road, running to escape the never-ending sheetm with my coat over my head, I failed to see the bike that was heading, at speed, towards me.

A scream, a crumpling of flesh and metal and a release of the reason I crossed he road.
I lay on the tarmac, my life ebbing away, and turned my head to the doorway, surely there was only one thing to do?

But she stood there, aloof, holding my dying gaze, covered in the gown that my clothes were now doing their best to match in colour, the elements not touching her.

The girl in the crimson gown stood watching.