His vision blurred as his green Pontiac GM slammed into a yellow Mustang. The impact jarred the breath out of him and from his subconciousness he heard a shrill scream. That's when the blackness of unconsciousness claimed him.

Ten minutes later, he regained consciousness. His neck strained against the seat belt.Glass littered the area around him. He slowly leaned back and checked for any bleeding or broken bones. None that he could see. His mind raced, not quite remembering what exactly happened. An explosion to his right jarred him into reality. 'Oh God. The other car!' He yanked the car door open and stumbled out. A sharp pain in his side brought him to his knees. He pulled his shirt up to find a piece of glass impaled in his side. He gritted his teeth and got back on his feet. He limped as fast as he could to the other car. Flames were streaming out the back windows and the hood of the car. He looked in the window and saw a woman unconscious, bleeding profusely from the head. he tried the door handle but it was locked. He knew he should just go back to his car, grab his cell and call 9-1-1 but if he left her in there she would burn to death. Her car would be equivalent to a human barbeque. With the flames licking at his feet, he grabbed a broken branch from the side of the road. He knew that if he broke the front window he risked showering her with broken glass but he had no other choice. The car was almost consumed by fire. He slammed the branch into the window. A single crack appeared. Gritting his teeth against the pain blossoming in his side he repeatedly hit the window until finally, finally the window broke and the glass shattered.