For just a moment her eyes glazed over. For just a moment her mind drifted... as did the lorry turning in and heading straight for her, hydroplaning and spinning out of control. The windscreen shattered moments before the bonnet crumpled, pinning her to the seat as the airbags forced her neck to hit the headrest with every mile the lorry had been driving over the speed limit before they met.
And with a blink she was back in the moment just before.
Just as the lorry was pulling to to the junction.
Just before she died.
This was hardly the first time she'd seen herself die only to reappear a few minutes before the event but none of them had felt as real as this one had. She still had faint marks on her arms where bones had broken through skin from the sheer force of the impact.
At least this time she was able to pull over before the lorry had passed the point of no return. A part of her felt she should feel guiltier about all the people who'd died from the events that should have, and in some timeline had, killed her but she figured others must have done the same for her.
For all she knew there were thousands like her who'd died and come back to pass it along to someone else.
What should she feel guilty for when they might come back and cause her death later?
No, there was no guilt in this - only survival.
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