"The fumes burn his nose and lungs as he coughs, fighting to drag air into his body. His throat dry as the Sahara battles to expel the remnants of the gas. The world spins as he rushes out of the garage. He struggles not to suffocate in the clean spring air. His vision clears as he collapses onto the cool green grass. Panting, his lungs rasp with oxygen. He sits up and glares at the cleaning bucket in the garage."