Slowly inch by inch the cart started to rise up off of the ground at a rate that seemed to make the workers seem slow and weak. There was no telling what was lifting the cart. The cart creaked and groaned as it was slowly rising off the ground as if by its own powers or like some magic was lifting it from the ground. With increasing speed that seemed impossible the cart lifted higher and higher. The higher it got from the ground the faster it seemed to move like gravity held no sway over this heavy object.<br/><br/>The moment that it reached about midway of the height of a man James could be seen under the cart with both hands on the bottom of the cart. His head was bowed slightly his hair covering his eyes but there was no mistake the blood that covered both his face and his clothing yet there seemed to not be a single cut upon his flesh. It was as if the blood could not be his own. He did not looked to be injured in any way.<br/><br/>James started to straighten his knees lifting the cart up higher and higher. He was moving slowly and sure and not like a man struggling to lift something heavier than himself. A soft light glow surrounded his body and a bright ring of light hovered above his head. Finally he stood straight with the cart above his head. He did not even turn as he tossed the cart back behind himself like he was tossing a pillow. The cart soared through the air and over the side of the bridge to tumble down to what every lay below.<br/><br/>He stood there for a moment as if having a cart fall on him was not out of the ordinary. It seemed that time stood still at that moment as he stood there. He did not speak nor did he move or try to do any thing before finally his legs started to buckle as his head tilted backwards. His body started to fall back towards the ground..