The car tripped, tipped then tumbled. It went trunk over headlights down the hillside. The experience for the strapped in passengers was thrilling, hopeless and chaotic. The event itself was instantaneous yet expected. Olivia had seen it coming, the dog, the truck, the edge and then the gaping void. Her thoughts went to the child seats in the back and their occupants - Geordie and Stan - as the vehicle gained momentum down the hill. Had she strapped them in properly? It could be the difference between…it was unthinkable. Hot air rushed in. Metal bounced and scraped. Need to take control. As that thought entered her head the vehicle slowed, scraped some more and stopped. The chaos gave way to a moment of serenity. She was still alive. The sobbing of the children told her that they had survived too.