I rode my bicycle as fast as I could.  I was desperate and terribly afraid.  When I left the scene of the accident, the young woman was bleeding profusely.  I didn’t want to think about how long she might have to live.  I pumped and pumped on the pedals to get up one hill.  I continued pedaling even when I was going downhill.  At one point, I nearly missed making a sharp curve in the road.  At another, I had to cut a curve sharply because I was going too fast and nearly ran into an oncoming car.  How bad it would have been if I was in an accident.  Who, then, would get into town in time to alert the emergency crews?  That poor woman was lying there, dying.  I didn’t know any other way to help her except to pedal, faster, and faster until I could hardly breathe.   At last I saw the fire station.  I didn’t slow down when I approached it and had to skid to a stop.  I nearly fell of the bicycle but managed to stay upright and uninjured.
The fire men immediately radioed the police and then they jumped into several emergency vehicles.  They told me to get in and come with them so that I could show them where the accident had occurred.  This seemed unusual.  "Would I be covered by insurance," I thought.  I mean, I wasn't a town employee or anything.   When we got to the accident location, there was nobody there.  There was no blood on the road.  The woman had vanished along with her car. For a few moments, I was stunned. I kept looking and pointing to the spot where the woman had lain even though there was no trace of her now.  When I turned around to plead with the firemen to believe me, they had vanished too.  I got on my bicycle and pedaled as fast as I could in the opposite direction from town.  I didn’t stop until I reached the railway track.  It was the beginning of the visions, which later became an obsession with me.  I have never been back to the little town of Bigger since that day.

~ Bob Zaboo