The car wield down the road out of control. There was a blinding flash as I came hurling at my car. Another flash and I was a spectator standing near the car watching it get engulfed with flames. Another flash and I was the man in the ambulance trying to help the man pulled from the wreckage. Another flash and I was a doctor in the emergency room trying to save the same man from the wreckage. "I'm not getting a pulse." Another flash and I was a priest blessing the coffin of the man from the wreckage as he was lowered into the ground.

"No!" I sat bolt up in my bed, sweat poring down my face. I jumped out of bed and ran for the stair. "Dad! Dad!" He was about to leave for work. The weather was stormy and the roads were slippery. I had out of school sick for a month and my sickness was at it's height. Dad spun around and looked at me wide eyed.

"Ray? You should be in bed. Go back up stairs."

"Dad!" I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. "Don't go to work, please!"

"Honey let go, I have to."

"Let go." Mom pulled me off and kissed dad good-bye. "See you after work, dear."

I pulled and pulled against her. "Dad! Come back! Please dad!" I watched helplessly as his car pulled away from the house. I turned around and pounded my fists on mom's shoulders. "You did it! You! I could have stopped him! Why!?"

"Honey, you need rest."

"No!" I fell to my knees and stated to cry. "I could have stopped him! I could have saved him!"

"Saved him? What do you mean, honey?" I looked up at her confused face, blured by the tears in my eyes.

"Dad is going to diy."