There’s the mysterious black hearse, first spotted as headlights in your rear view mirror, coming up fast and close. At first you think it could be friends of yours, just messing with you. Or perhaps the police, about to pull you over, having spotted your car load of teenagers as you sped past St. Mary’s Academy and into the night. But the car keeps coming, closer and closer and you’re forced to speed up to keep it from ramming your back bumper. And it’s with horror that you realize as it pulls up beside you that it’s a hearse, its windows tinted black, just before it presses sideways into you, forcing you off the road and down the embankment.
You are looking for a "BLACK" prescription bottle.