Damien rounded the freeway's gentle bend at ease, a smile on his face. He was going home early, traffic was uncharacteristically light, and it was a beautiful day. A flashing light drew his attention to a sign: TRANSPORTATION ALERT TUNE TO 720 AM Pursing his lips, Damien fiddled with his radio until he found the station. "...collapsed bridge and emergency response are causing severe traffic delays on 90 West. Seek alternate routes." He wrinkled his nose. He was on 90 West, and it was clear. "Repeat, collapse of the Island Crest Way bridge over I-90 West at three forty-seven has caused several casualties. The collapsed bridge and emergency—"

Damien turned it down. His car clock said three forty-five. Maybe it was fast? He turned the station back up.

"Damien, stop the car." His heart jumped and he took his foot off the gas. "Collapse of the Island Crest Way bridge over I-90..." The Island Crest Way bridge came into view and Damien slammed on the brakes. A moment later, the bridge cracked from top to bottom with a peal like thunder, and tons of concrete fell before his eyes.

Damien refocused on the radio, but he heard nothing but static.