While sitting in the Car, John suddenly finds that one of the wheels was missing. John noticed that a killer is approaching towards him. John cannot get out of the car.
I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth, I am dissolved into air. What am I?
