Cooper, Anna May, and Blair are probably a bit too deep in the bottle, because they're sitting by Anna May's ATV, Cooper with a glue gun and a pile of plastic rhinestones, Anna May with car stickers and a pair of scissors, and Blair themselves with a paintbrush and some cheap acrylics, laughing and teasing and having a grand old time.

Blair finishes the last painted star with a little curlicue flourish, because stars are Fancy, then laughs and stands and twists to see what Cooper's doing. "You 'bout done with that?" they ask, "I've got a hankering to take this baby for a spin."

Anna May giggles, a flush on her cheeks. "That'll be a sight. Wonder what's it's gonna do?"

Cooper narrows his eyes in concentration, his tongue poking out between his lips. "It's gonna flip on your fool ass is what, this's dumber than Hunter jumping that ravine."

"C'mon, don't be such a sourpuss, where's your sense of adventure?" Blair teases.

Cooper pauses to consider that, then says, solemnly and carefully, "My sense of adventure is currently drunk off its ass, call back in, oh, a week."

They stick their tongue out at him, but he just rolls his eyes and pushes the last little rhinestone in place. "There. Try not to break your neck."

Blair whoops then climbs on as their friends back away. The ignition turns like a knife through butter, and the ATV purrs to life. They glance around, spot a likely hill, say, "Hey y'all, watch this - " and floor it, zooming and jumping with a laugh. They're at the apex, and then something flashes and twists and there's stars in the black -

And they're elsewhere, dropping to the ground and jarring to a stop. Blair's stomach turns, and they barely hang on as a handle goes in their gut.