Heather's first assumption was that they had just been in an accident. At the flash, she had flinched, squeezing her eyes shut, and soon they were airborne, her stomach falling out of her stomach. A shrill scream of terror left her lungs and she clutched at the door to the car. She'd had nightmares like this before, one of them recent. In it, she had been driving along a mountain road when the car crashed through the guardrail. It was a long fall down and she knew she was going to die, so she had turned to someone else in the car, told them she loved them, and leaned in for a kiss. She had woken in a sweat, trembling.<br/><br/>Then the car came to a stop with little more than jarring her roughly, she slowly opened her eyes. She could see tall grass all around the car, gently waving in the wind. Adam's voice rung out in concern and Heather forced herself to nod an affirmative. "My back hurts a little, but I'm pretty sure that's just the adrenaline.. Did we go off the bridge?"<br/><br/>She realized in the next moment that the bridge didn't cross any tall grass. This bridge crossed water. She unbuckled her seat belt, glancing to her fellow car mates with rising worry. Her voice echoed Adam's question, "Are you all OK? Is anyone hurt?" Her mind was refusing to deal with the idea that they had just entered a time warp, and she focused instead on the problem that she<em>could</em>handle. If someone was hurt, it would give her something to focus on.