She walked across, the ground a molten metal plate beneath her feet, and placed her palms on the car, its plastic body soft in the heat. He came from behind, keys jingling as he walked, and pushed her head against the hood; the white paint dazzled in the light. His shadow fell across her, followed by a click and quiet metallic buzzing. He placed an object against the base of her skull and pushed upward; hair fell away in one long stream. She studied it as he worked, the last remnants of her old self shorn away in the sterile air.