Darius didn't want to look at the grisly scene behind them. If he did, he'd stare and be unable to look away again, or get violently ill. He didn't know which was worse. He gripped Chris's arm and looked from him then back, trying to sweep over so quick he didn't take notice of anything in particular in a vain attempt to locate the boot. He managed to not see the body but didn't see the boot either. He looked down at his one boot and one sock and then nodded in defeat.

"Yes.. Chris.." He wanted to leave but he also did not want to risk his boot being found here. What if they did think this was a murder and not the accident it was. He put a hand over his mouth and shut his eyes. It was an accident he had to remind himself. It was an accident. He threw the boot to stop that mad driver, but he never thought this was even a possibility. Anyone could see it was an accident. It wasn't mur- he shut his eyes tightly and forced away the feelings of nausea.