As a child, did you ever play the game where you go around in a circle and each person adds one sentence to make a story?  Let's give it a shot here.  I'll start, and you add a paragraph.  I know this isn't exactly what Borgger was designed for, but it seems like an excellent way to explore the Revisions process.  Get creative!  (And let's see if we can make it four paragraphs before the inexorable alien invasion...)

The road stretched for miles ahead of me, I knew.  Miles and miles of asphalt, fast food restaurants, roadkill, and trees.  But when those clouds opened up - a cascade of rain drops like morse code against my windshield - the world shrank.  The horizon was just four car lengths away, and no one could reach into my seclusion.  It was just me, the steering wheel, rivers of rain, and that damned package in the backseat.

I cranked up the stereo and it a cigarette, my second to last one. My penultimate one, she'd say. She was always using jumbled words to say what was really simple, which was probably the same reason she'd used the code on the package's address label. Why not just fucking tell me, you know? Then again, it wasn't my problem. She wasn't my problem. At least not anymore. I cranked the window and let the wind in, thinking I could see it blow the memory of her away, once and for all. .