Camera continues to rotate slowly around her. It is night, and even the moon sleeps. The forest is black and silent. Nestled in the underbrush, a small fawn awakens with a start, his wide eyes filled with a liquid terror which drains as his mother nuzzles him closer. Faintly, insect-like, a distant hum approaches.
Twin eyes glare through the darkness, heralding the approach of a squat yellow vehicle.
With a roar, the little car hurtles past the invisible fawn. A flurry of leaves plays a faint lullaby as they tumble over each other. Seconds later, the forest slumbers, the disturbance nothing but a hazy memory skulking the shadows of sleep. Several hundred metres away, a banana-yellow Volkswagen Thing huddles silently beside the road, shielded beneath a broad canopy of fir trees. A sharp click ripples out into the darkness.