Standing there, in the cold driving rain. Looking down upon the feet, those big feet that feel
so heavy, that seem to move so slowly these days. Can't move, paralyzed...The wind grows stronger,
faster, more powerful than he ever thought possible. A crack in the dirt below. Tiny at first,
can't see it but knows it is there, just knows it by instinct. Then he can see it, see it
all right...It's big Oh God Oh God Oh God it's growing so big. So bigger and wider and the very
Earth is rendering and he's standing right over that big Crevasse and a foot on either side those
big heavy feet and Oh God his feet are going in opposite directions and he's being torn apart and
Jim Garner woke in the middle of the night in a big, heavy sweat that covered his entire body. He
was alive oh thank god he was still alive. Yes, he was still alive. He felt the damp sheets
clinging to his body and looked over to where Shelly lay on her side, facing away and sound asleep,
too caught up in her own dreams to know what terror had lain within his.
He was tired, oh so very tired. He had not slept decently in a week, and it was starting to wear
on him. He felt old, much older than his thirty-two years.