Bob cheered as his favorite team scored the winning touchdown of the game. He was already wasted, but the after party was just beginning…

It had been a long couple days for Sylvie, working the graveyard shift at the hospital- three ICU drive-by victims had died, two fourteen year old girls and a toddler. No family to see or claim them had come forward yet, and probably wouldn’t for a couple more days when they realized that Rosita was probably not at a friend’s house anymore. Sylvie shook her head to stay awake. One more hour and she could go home.

Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard were driving in their minivan, going home from their monthly visit to their grandkids in Georgia. Well, their son was there too but visitation issues were complicated. They’d be home in an hour.

The party over, Bob stumbled drunkenly to his Chevy truck, started it up and weaved slowly out of the parking lot and onto the highway. What followed was yet another gross miscalculation, an equation that would not balance in the Justice Matrix. Bob pulled onto the exit, accelerating onto the highway and at 65mph pulled into the far right lane directly in front of the Hubbards. Mr. Hubbard slammed on the brakes, too late- the back of the truck collided with the front right side of the van, which went into a spin, skidding off into the next lane, overcorrected, and turned on its side, directly into oncoming Sylvie in her Geo.

Bob, concentrating on staying between the lines, didn’t notice.