Buford Hull, was a healthy cab driver, one day, all of a sudden he started coughing. He didn’t know why, or how, but what seemed minutes after, he found himself in a hospital bed. As he opened his eyes he could see flashes from distant cameras and British voices speaking to him at the same time. A man with a white coat approached to him as what seemed like nurses pushed what seemed reporters outside of the room.
“Hello Mr. Hull.” The white man said, “You’re in the hospital, you where on an accident. You broke some ribs and you had a mild concussion, but you’ll be alright.” Buford could hear this, but he couldn’t quite answer, so he nodded.
Some days after, Buford woke up again, having the same white man in front of him, repeating almost the same lines. “You’re in the hospital, you where on an accident. You broke some ribs and you had a severe concussion, but you’ll be alright.”
Buford didn’t knew it, but he had ran over the Queen with his yellow cab.