Richard tried to turn as the car swerved, but his truck slammed into the rear driver's side, sending the smaller vehicle spinning. After that, things blurred together. He felt the tension in his hands as he grabbed the wheel tight and slammed down on the brakes again. This time they locked, and he gasped as the truck jerked beneath him, grinding to a stop. When time started operating under its usual rules again, he was parked in the middle of the street, cutting off both lanes. It was hard to care. He fumbled with the seatbelt and practically fell out of his door, pure adrenaline making it hard to focus.
He hadn't even moved from that position, half-hunched over by his cab, when Vanessa came up to him. When she started speaking, he looked up at her with a bitter thrill of rage, hands clenching. "What the... That was you? I could have KILLED you, Vanessa." He looked up, suddenly aware of how close the nose of his car was to a nearby utility pole. "I could have killed ME. WHAT THE HELL were you thinking?"