<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hellomagazine.com/imagenes/profiles/jennifer-connelly/769-connollyprofb.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Tisha Magnessen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Ambush site</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>With Nikita</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Trying to help Nikita</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Magnessen relished the feeling of the wind as she drove through the forest. Suddenly, over the roaring of the engine, she heard a loud sound, like that of an explosion. Instinctively she lifted her foot from the accelerator pedal and readied herself to brake.<em>What could that have been?</em><br/><br/>As she passed a curve her eyes widened with horror at the pile of burning metal that was heaped right in the middle of the road. A thick black smoke was mounting from it. She stepped, no she stood upon the brake pedal while trying to find an escape trajectory. On each side of the road there was a ditch, and then those bucolic birch trees.<br/><br/>The tires of the pink car whined, leaving thick black snaking marks on the pavement as Magnessen tried to prevent her car from spinning out. The safety belt was pressing into her chest, cutting her breathing. Her eyes were bulging out in sheer terror, certain that she was going to die. The car went to the left, she turned the steering wheel and it went to the right, smoke puffing from its tire. It spun head to tail and landed into the right-hand ditch backward. The car tilted to one side as it dug a deep trench, widening the ditch, transforming the back of the car into an accordion. At last it came to a halt. There was clicking sound and the motorised sunroof began to slide out of its bay with an ear-wrenching squeak before coming to a stop, one third of its way.<br/><br/>Magnessen opened her eyes which she had clenched tight as she entered the ditch. One metre from her, on her right, was the burning heap of twisted metal. She could feel its heat upon her side. She was shaking uncontrollably and was drenched with sweat. Her heart was pounding fast but at first glance she was not even wounded. She could not believe it! She had survived this crash! The car was dead though.<br/><br/>She had to get out of this shit though.<em> What if there was another explosion? What if her own car took fire?</em>Fortunately, the safety belt had unlocked itself automatically once the car had come to a stop, as it was intended to. There was no way she could swing the door open though. She stood up on her trembling legs and had to pull her black skirt up to her thighs to get over the side of the car. As her high-heel landed on the soft earth, it sank into it and she failed to twist an ankle. She fell one knee, covering it with dirt. She cursed, while removing her expensive shoes and made a few steps away from her car, shaking and trembling, looking around like one of those rabbits she had scared on the road a few seconds ago.<br/><br/>And then she saw her. A wounded woman lying in the ditch, a few metres behind her own car. She seemed badly wounded. Could it be possible that she had done that, that she had hit her with her car. She felt her heart clenching. Staggering in the soft earth, sinking into it down to her ankles, she got closer. And the she thought about it. Call! Call for help! Her implant immediately found the emergency number for this area but when she tried to pass the call, she realised there was no network. How was it possible? She felt lost. She was not used to be cut from the rest of the world and she had no idea what to do in such a case. She looked at the thick column of black smoke rising through the forest. Hopefully this would attract some attention.<br/><br/>But first she had to walk away from the crash site in case another explosion happened, and try to drag that poor woman too.<br/><br/>She knelt by her side.<strong>"Are you OK? Do you understand me?"</strong>she asked, her voice clenched by the emotion.