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As he rode home, his thought drifted to the trip, and a week of sleeping in, a week of walks with Emily, as she could manage. As he rounded a corner he noticed a police car in the middle of the intersection. He slowed his speed a little, hoping the cop wouldn't know he had run the stop sign. As he glanced at the car, he almost fell off the motorcycle. A red pickup truck. A red pickup truck that had run into a retaining wall. He skidded to a stop. Another car honked at him as he slid off the bike, dropping it down to the asphalt. He held his breath walked towards the cop, staring at the smoke rising from under the bent hood of the truck. The officer turned around, more sirens filled the air. "Step back, sir." In the front seat he saw a brown haired head that had hit the windshield with enough force to cause it to spider web. The neck was bent at an odd angle over the rim of the steering wheel. "No...no. That's my wife. Oh Lord, no, no, no." He fell to his knees and screamed. "Sir, get back." The officer grasped him firmly by his shoulders. "Emily, no… no… damn you all. Damn you!" He fell to the dirt, his face a mess of tears. "My son."