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Bail out!
If you kept a list of things you'd rather not be stuck in, a car that's slipping at 60 mph on slimy fish guts would be near the top. You convince yourself that your date probably has many years of experience in driving cars in extreme emergencies. Then you bail out the window.
In retrospective, this was a pretty stupid thing to do. Despite your fall being softened slightly by slimy fish guts, this slight softening is not enough to compensate for falling out of a moving car at 60 mph onto the hard, unforgiving pavement. You pray to whatever deity might be watching on in amusement that the guts you're spreading across the pavement are fish guts and not your own.
As suddenly as it entered your life, the pavement leaves again. At first you consider this a blessing, but after taking stock of the situation you conclude it's because you've slid off the road and over the side of the cliff. You did know that you were driving along a windy road above thundering ocean cliffs, right? It would be very disappointing if you needed that to be explained to you after everything else you've been through.
You fall for what seems like an eternity, but was probably just several hours, until you're finally reunited with the place from which all summoned magical yummy fish are drawn: The Ocean.
The water is very cold, and the impact knocks you cold as well.
Another eternity passes. Once again it's probably just several hours. Finally you awake battered and bruised on a stretch of lonely beach. The sun has just begun to rise past the horizon. You're completely alone on this beach, with the exception of a volleyball within arms' reach. It seems like it might be a very good listener. You consider naming it Wilson.