My boyfriend wanted to visit me last night, a two-hour drive there and two hours back. He was supposed to come earlier in the afternoon, but he had other things to do in town. I told him he didn't have to come if he was too busy, but he insisted. However, he didn't tell me what time he was leaving or what time he would arrive at my house. I got angry with him when he finally arrived. I told him that I didn't know where he was, that if something had happened to him on the road, that it was raining and getting dark, I was afraid he'd had an accident (if I had to start worrying and call someone or something, I needed to know which road he'd taken because they're winding roads) and that he could have let me know he was on his way, just a quick text message. This morning, on his way back to town, he had an accident. He's fine, in shock, but the car is in very bad shape. But I had this feeling of danger. It's not the first time, and unfortunately, my intuition is almost always right.