It is a dark and stormy night. You see a woman kneeling on asphalt, her tears staining a rusted hulk of twisted metal. A man stands to one side, head averted, face flushed. Sirens wail in the distance. This is a scene of desolation and despair. They are two people, alone in a hostile world. Desperately, terribly alone. Surrounded only by night, the rain, a circle of fifty bystanders and two street vendors hustling nut cakes and sugared-water. ChinesePod brings you to the Scene of the Accident, in Mandarin Chinese. Episode link: https://www.chinesepod.com/0542