The big man stood and watched as the one tire on the car spun for a bit, then stopped. He listened as the hot engine ticked and cooled. He watched the woman crushed behind the wheel, the roof crushed down on her, as she coughed blood, and moaned, and cried in pain.
He watched her dying.
Gasping the last breaths she would breathe on this earth. Watched as the gasoline from the ruptured tank poured down the slope towards the still hot engine, where a wire dangled and jumped as it touched the side of the engine, and sparked.
She was in agony, and felt her imminent death sweeping over her, and she despaired. It is easy to say you'd be strong, but it is more likely that you will go out shitting your pants and screaming. She would have screamed, except her chest was too crushed, so all she could manage was a wounded, bubbling moan, as she felt her own blood run down her neck and soak her blouse.
The big man leaned forward intently. He felt the imminence of her ending, but could do nothing until the fullness of her life was complete.
The engine sparked, the gasoline ignited, and the car began to burn. And she with it. Now, she screamed.
Her hair began to burn, and still she held on. Her flesh began to bubble, and still she held on. She took as deep a breath as she could to scream again, and her lungs crisped, and finally...she let go.
The big man reached quickly 'into' her, and brought her out. Then they both just stood there, at the edge of the flames, and watched the car burn. She said "Well, that was...unpleasant..." He said "Why yes...I imagine it was."
She looked up at his face, and asked "Am I..." He nodded in the affirmative. "Are you..." this time he inclined his head, as an affirmative acknowledgment of identity. He said "I have been with you since you were born, and ever since. I have protected you when and where the rules permitted, and now I am here to take you home...your true home."
He held out his hand, and she took it, and they stepped into the peace that passeth understanding.