Your mother isn't always easy to get along with, and starting her visit out like this isn't ideal. You look at the message, noting the time it was received having already been half an hour past. With an sigh of such forceful exasperation that the whole neighborhood likely feels your frustration, you pivot and head back out the door. In moments, you're flying down the highway. Well, not literally flying; your mom was literally flying a couple hours ago, but 'flying' here is just an expression which means that you're just driving much too fast to control your vehicle. Then there's a moment of impact and for just a brief second, you are literally flying. Then you're literally falling, literally crashing, literally bleeding, literally dying, and literally not picking your mother up from the airport.