Jeff lay in the gutter, his predicament still arousing him greatly. He would have shivered and moaned if he could, as the trickling flow of the dirty rainwater stroked past him. Hours passed, and the grimy water seeped slightly into Jeff's open hole, leaving a shallow murky puddle inside him. He could taste the dirt and cigarette butts of the gutter water inside him, and began to wish he could spit it out.
As he was gently turned and rocked in the water, Jeff's arousal gradually faded, as he was unable to do anything about it. He heard countless people walking past, and the rush of cars zipping across in the road. He began to hope that someone would look down and see him, or touch him. He was cold, and beginning to feel lonely.
Gradually, the sun moved down in the sky, and the world dimmed with the onset of dusk. Each minute trickled by agonizingly slowly to Jeff, unable to so much as move and look around. As the streetlights above flickered on, casting light down onto his wet body, he gradually realized just how long four years were going to be.
Days passed, and Jeff regretted his choice massively. He was scared, and miserable, and would give anything to be able to move himself again, to be inside in the warm instead of just discarded trash, coated with slimy dirt.
Jeff's thoughts eventually slowed into a sort of sad meditation, barely anything around him registering. The hours seemed a little less unbearable that way. Days later, he was brought back to focusing by the wind rattling him, making his glass body tinkle gently against the sidewalk. It was a dry day, and Jeff's wet outer body had dried into a thin film of dust, though the puddle inside him was still as rank as ever.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rolled him over, making him rattle into the middle of the road. The spinning made him a little dizzy, and he did not realize what had happened at first, until he heard the distant sound of a car approaching. He began to panic, trying desperately to roll back into his gutter, but he could do nothing but watch as the car in front of him grew larger and larger.
Jeff barely had a few seconds left to regret what he had done, before the shiny black car rushed up, a wide tire screeching up onto him. A blinding light and strange electric explosion rushed through him, and he heard a massive overpowering crash. He could feel an incredible weight pressing down on him for an instant, crushing him utterly.
Jeff's mind was completely scattered, and it was hard to think. His vision was broken into dozens of compound pieces, and keeping a thought in his head for more than a moment was almost impossible. He felt an overpowering urge to give up and stop thinking, give up. He could hear a faint rattling of his many pieces shaking in the wind. The road was coated with a glistening sparkle of crushed glass, Jeff's body utterly pulverized.
As he fought to remain conscious, a terrible realization sunk into Jeff. This was it, the chronivac would never be able to recreate him. He was just trash, smashed into the road, forever.