[ He should probably be glad that they're alive, however that miracle had happened, but he can still see the car in his mind's eye as he closes his eyes and forces himself to ignore his body's urge to hyperventilate to focus on drawing long, deep breaths instead. His hands find his pockets and clench into fists inside to keep from shaking, and he waits a few moments until he's sure of his footing before walking over to Euphemia's side and dropping to a crouch.

He reaches out as if to touch her shoulder or her hand, but decides against it at the last moment, and hugs his arms around his knees instead. ]

That... I've had dreams of something like that. Physically, it's impossible for a car to have made it to us, but even knowing that...

[ He shakes his head. Dream logic. But it's ridiculous to think that his nightmares have somehow manifested itself in his waking life, so he drops that train of thought, hanging on to vague feelings of guilt that this is somehow his fault anyways. ]

I can call a cab.

[ A cab can't run us over, or they won't get paid the fare. ]