<strong>Adam Knight</strong><br/><br/>With his adrenaline pumping Adam quickly considered a lot of alternatives that would have seemed crazed normally: jumping to the minivan, diving into the shallow water, climbing one of the nearby trees.  However, he rejected them one by one.  The fastest way over was to simply run around.  That decided he sprinted back toward the group of women.  His three passengers and the other.  He didn't get her name and he didn't have time now.<br/><br/>He pulled to a halt in front of them and gasped for breath.  "Another vehicle.  Minivan.  Went off the bridge.  In the trees.  We're going.  To have to."<br/><br/>He realized he wasn't communicating well, took two deep breaths and spoke slower.  "There are no passengers in the fire.  It's just a piece of a car, but there is a minivan that went over the bridge.  It's in the trees.  We have to circle around and over the stream to get to it.  The front end is crumpled, but there may be survivors.  It may take all of us to get to them."<br/><br/>He hadn't forgotten they went through a time warp.  He couldn't possibly forget, but in an accident every second counted.  They needed to get to the wreck, the driver and any passengers.  As soon as anyone showed signs of understanding and being ready to follow, he led them all around, through the woods, over the stream and to the wreck.<br/><br/>Looking at the broken trunks, Adam judged it would be possible to scramble up them, but it didn't look that stable.  He was without a doubt the heaviest of them.   Maybe he shouldn't go first.  Yet it wasn't in him to volunteer a woman for the task and sit on the ground.