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contender in a bout with Roger’s champion SUV; they were the headlights of a monstrous, multi-ton tractor-trailer with a fully-weighted load. The truck was hungry as its trailer had jackknifed, which prevented an escape for its prey.
    Roger looked up and had a split second of an aura, a moment where chaos met clarity. He could not think, or react, but just be in the moment. After time had bent, the tractor-trailer consumed Roger’s SUV. Like a ragdoll, Lois flew forward and smashed through the front windshield, knocking her immediately unconscious. Her body ejected into the air and soared higher and higher over the concrete bridge. Just like an afflicted bird, however, Lois quickly plummeted toward the screaming water. Her body pierced through the liquid and entered the underwater world. The diamond necklace around her neck broke free and descended toward the unknown.
    The tractor-trailer continued to devour more innocent victims on the bridge. A librarian on her way home from work and a soccer mom with her three children were no match for the menacing machine. Flames erupted and metal exploded, rendering the bridge into an impassable roadblock. Cars swerved and nailed the embankment as their drivers took the lesser of two evils. As turmoil blasted everywhere, the truck finally ground to a halt, sending flames of ignited diesel fuel hundreds of feet into the air. Rain blanketed the area, but the fires were too intense even for the liquid from above.
    Two bystanders in the oncoming lane had the most horrific view of the show, as they watched the hungry machine eat its victims. What mesmerized them in particular was Lois’ swan dive into the unknown below. Both slammed on their brakes and hustled toward the location of Lois’ descent.
    “A woman! I think a woman’s in the water!” one of the two bystanders screamed.
    The other bystander, a swimming coach named Bill, didn’t say a word, because he knew that words wouldn’t, they couldn’t, save the fallen woman. Bill dove off the twenty-foot high structure without hesitation. As he soared through the air, he knew the dive was dangerous even for a seasoned high diver, but as his face smashed into the harsh water, adrenaline quickly pushed his fears away.
    A crowd watched from the bridge. All they could see was the bobbing water with no sign of Lois or her savior. Seconds seemed liked minutes as the crowd’s eyes tried to search for any sign of life. Some pondered diving in themselves, but they had to give the diver a few more seconds to succeed.
    Finally, after what seemed like infinity, Bill emerged from the raging water different from the way he had entered; he had Lois on his back. Bill gasped for oxygen before he embarked on the hundred-yard swim to the south shore. Although a hundred yards would be a brisk morning workout for the veteran swimmer, he knew this would be the most important one hundred yards of not only his life, but also the life of the stranger on his back.
    Meanwhile, on the chaotic bridge, Roger still sat inside his SUV. But the moment his head had bashed into the leather-wrapped steering wheel, his mind left his body. Roger was off in a distant universe, a place where even dreams failed to exist. And if he were given the choice, he would have chosen to be somewhere without thoughts rather than pinned inside his demolished vehicle. As blood trickled down his cut face, his motionless mug lay against the deflated airbag. If he had been somehow awake, the picture of him and Lois, inches from his eyes, would have filled his gaze, but the photograph would have been very different from the one he remembered. It was split down the middle, separating him from his wife.
    Fortunately for Roger, more members of the crowd assessed the destroyed vehicles on the bridge. Brazen men, who naturally assumed the responsibility of hero during times of despair, had stepped up during the minutes it took for rescue workers to reach the chaos. Two brothers, who were