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“Several times.”
    I
turned back to the road. She was right there, stopped at the light on Twelfth
and Wall. I slowed down, unsure of what I should do next. I sat at the light
two cars behind her.
    The
top of her convertible was down. Through the window of the car in front of me,
I saw her tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. She turned her face, as if
she was looking in her rear view mirror, and then she froze. I could almost see
her eyes locked on mine.
    Then
the light changed to green, and she must have floored it. The car jumped into
the intersection, and I don’t think Erica even had time to see the car that
crashed into the side of her car. There was this horrible crunching noise.
Solid metal crumpled as if it were made of aluminum foil. The two cars
scrunched up together, silver convertible and gold SUV. They slid together and
came to a stop against a pole.
    Screams
came from everywhere, and it took me a moment to realize that the person
screaming was me. I stopped myself. My throat felt raw. I just sat in the front
seat of my car, my fingers trembling, and I couldn’t stop whimpering.
    Joe
got out of the car so fast I wasn’t sure if he opened the door or just slid
through it. He ran toward the cars, and I knew I should go out there with him,
but I couldn’t move. People pulled over all along the road. A middle age man
had his cell phone out. I could hear him reporting the accident. Joe went to
the gold SUV first and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. He bent
down as if he was talking to the door, and then he pulled once more and the
door came off.
    Inside
the gold car, I could see a pink booster seat and tiny pink tennis shoes.
    I
left my car then, more running away from my vantage point than going to help anyone.
I walked by the broken cars, searching for Erica. Her windshield was smashed in
a circle, like a ripple on a pond of glass. Her head was down on the steering
wheel, and a line of blood split down from her scalp to her eyebrows. She
stirred against the steering wheel for a moment.
    I
looked away. Joe was on the other side of the gold SUV now, and no one but me
saw him materialize through the smashed door and pull out an unconscious woman.
The woman from the SUV looked like a mom to me. A mom with an expensive hair
cut and real diamond earrings. What was a woman like that doing in our side of
the valley? Joe put her down on the grass, and put his fingers against her neck
to check for a pulse.
    I
looked back at Erica, and there was this ripple of light that ran over her
entire body.
    “Joe.”
I said. He turned from the woman and walked to my side. I pointed at Erica. The
ripple of light ran through her once more, and as it ran past Erica’s face, it
left behind another woman’s face in its trail.
    The
woman was in her sixties probably, her hair frizzy and dyed a brown color.
White roots, almost an inch long, ran along her scalp. Blood dripped down her
mottled and wrinkled skin. Her eyes opened, and they weren’t green like
Erica’s, they were this brown so light it was almost yellow. They stared
intently into mine.
    Her
mouth moved.
    “Hide,”
she said, and then her body, dressed in the yellow and green cheerleader’s
uniform, was still.
    I
turned away from this woman who was not Erica. Behind us, the wealthy mother
was stirring, and Joe ran to her side.
    “Hey,”
he shouted. “Wake up. Look at me.” The woman opened her eyes. She sat up and
put her hand to her head.
    “What
happened to me?” she asked.
    “You’ve
been in an accident. The police are on their way.”
    “I
don’t know where I am.”
    “What?”
Joe asked.
    “You’re
in Plymouth.” I said.
    The
woman looked so confused. “What, where’s Plymouth? Is that by Toronto?”
    Joe
leaned back. “No. It’s in Indiana.”
    “What,
America?” She moved her hand to her neck. “What am I doing in the States?”
    Joe
looked over at me. “Larissa, look at that,” he said, pointing at the SUV.
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