I glanced back up at the rain-drenched accident cene in front of me, and time eemed to have moved in an odd, erratic hift. The ambulance had arrived, a well a the police, and people were being herded out of the way. I thought I caught a glimp e of the victim—ju t the brief ight of my leg, wearing my hoe, the heel broken off. “No,” aid the man be ide me, and he put a hand on my arm before I could move away. The bright light wa blinding, dazzling, and I wa in a tunnel, light whizzing pa …