❝The icon turned white, and Salou stepped onto the pavement. She didn’t see the silver-gray sedan bear down on her at full speed. The sudden impact launched her into the air knocking her bag loose. She landed several yards away, on the asphalt. 

The contents of her pockets went flying down the road. The unidentified vehicle raced past the crowd and vanished into the distance.
In a matter of minutes, the wail of sirens drew closer and , the paramedics were fighting their way through the throng of onlookers that had clustered around the accident. In their midst lay Salou, seemingly lifeless in a pool of blood, eyes wide open, body disjointed. 

A few stunned bystanders appeared to be praying. The rescue squad’s leader placed an oxygen mask on Salou’s face and looked for a pulse. Several other paramedics then carefully lifted her inert body onto a stretcher and pushed it into the ambulance.

“I found her backpack, with only the earpiece of her cellphone. I guess everything else was destroyed”, said one of the medical attendants, as the vehicle careened through the busy streets toward the American Hospital of Paris.

“Do we have a name? Someone to call?” asked a paramedic communicating over the radio with the hospital.
“Not yet. We couldn’t locate a wallet.” 

“Unidentified female in her twenties,” he continued. “Unresponsive. Hit and run. We’ll be there shortly.
The small case holding Salou’s ID and apartment keys had landed in a gutter, where the sidewalk met the road. It floated with a steady stream of water left behind by the street cleaners’ hoses, straight into the sewers.❞