Once again, we see a fatal car crash, which now is assuredly an image of our movie-future. This is the crash that killed the dead wife of Zoltan Abbassid. Notice the cooling grill. It was while staring at such a grill on the front of a ruined Peugeot, touring through France during the Great War, that Abbassid had the idea to build an aluminum comb for his hives. sadly, this odd moment of enlightened and somewhat random modernism has become the very image of his own future destruction, through a strange displaced revenge by his first wife (yet to be revealed, and when reveal, always opaque) who died through no fault of his (or her) own... but still has bad thoughts, which she will soon follow with bad actions.