Sitting in the backseat of the SUV with Benji, Shawn stared out the window, lost in thought. A flash of Light went off behind Shawn’s eyes. A barrage of quick images flashed through his consciousness…

Exit Sign 61″ Holbrook – Next Exit.” A large truck transporting steel rods driving in the middle lane. Tires squeaking. Truck flipped onto its side.

Metal poles like rockets impact windshields and litter the highway. Explosions. Black SUV flipped over, landing on roof. Dead bodies lying under vehicles and thrown onto the grass divide .The vision lasted less than 30 seconds, but to Shawn, it felt like hours.  He blinked his eyes, trying to get rid of the blue dots of light that kept flashing into his field of vision.  He closed his eyes, counted to ten….  The dots disappeared, but in their wake was a throbbing headache.