Suddenly the man was there, frozen in the pale beam of her headlights. The high white banks of piled snow channelled the car on to him with a sickening, shuddering inevitability. But in the seemingly flash-lit split second of still certainty before impact, two facts registered. The man was naked. Naked and horribly familiar. She was staring at the stripped, perfect body of her former fiance Ned. Except that he was dead already. Had been tragically killed in a car crash a full year ago. At once there came the shock of the impact. An impact that did not wake her from her nightmare, that, instead, drove her and her family deeper into a waking trance of terror.