He was alive. That was Walt’s first thought when he opened his eyes and saw the twisted, mangled wreckage of his car around him; then moved the fingers of his hand. He had, by some miracle, survived the collision with the moving truck on the interstate.
An instant later Walt’s thoughts drifted to his predicament. Having survived the crash, he had to escape from the wreckage he reasoned as he kicked at the driver’s side window but couldn’t break the glass since with the motor for the electronic window locks broken he couldn’t roll down the windows.
“There’s someone inside.” Walt heard a man’s voice say. “The airbags didn’t deploy.”
Didn’t deploy? Walt was bewildered. But they had to or I’d be dead—
Suddenly a woman dressed in white was seated to Walt’s right! “Time to go,” she said in a soothing voice.
Traumatized Walt nodded as the woman took his hand in hers. In the blink of an eye, they were gone.