Brilliance

He awoke from a dream of nightmarish shrieking to the red spray of molten sparks flooding the darkened cabin of a sedan, his skull flying apart at the seams. He found pale, soft hands upon the wheel, not fully understanding whose they were, or where his sense of dangerous velocity originated from. The acrid smell of burning metal stung his nostrils along with a deafening screeching of metal on metal. The faint odor of roasting flesh and hair hung about him, embers burning his right cheek beyond tolerance.
Experience 15 harrowing minutes in the life of an amnesiac awakening in the middle of a deadly high speed chase with thousands of dollars fluttering about the cabin before streaming out. Ian's only solace in the mysterious yet apparent peril his life was is an enigmatic, sultry, and oddly soothing women's voice "reminding him" of his retrograde alcoholic amnesia and the con his apparently imagined life actually is.