As Bob fell, he studied the growing scenery below him. City blocks, with their intricate pattern of divising streets, looked merely like flat shapes from this height. As the shapes spread out from their gray center, they became more and more colorful, and eventually became enormous, green rectangles.

It was all growing, though. Bob wondered why the shapes below him were moving towards him; he also wondered why they were emitting such a high wind. He could feel his entire self being stretched by the wind and desolidifying due to the warmth of it.

The picture grew faster, and Bob realized it was he that was moving. He panicked, but could do nothing in this form. The last moments of his short life were out of his control.

Bob did not see where he landed; he was moving towards it too fast. When the impact did come, Bob's elongated body was instantly compressed into a miniscule thickness, splattering sloppily.

...

Inside the car, Fredrich noticed that it had begun to drizzle out. He flipped the wiper switch on, obliterating the tiny raindrops that had fallen and splattered sloppily on his windshield.