The night sky was lit with a huge ball of red and black smoke as the ground shook for miles with the first explosion. Unable to resist watching, Victoria pulled the car over to the side of the dark highway. She looked in the rear mirror for the second explosion. Rolling a much larger ball of angry red flames and black sooty smoke, it rose high into the night sky. The vibration from this explosion was much stronger and broke many windows in the quiet elegant Long Island area. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes. Quietly she spoke to the emptiness, "It's over. I'm dead " The fire trucks, police cars, and ambulance rushing past the car jarred her memory of Jim's last words, "Go now, don't look back. Go now." She put the car in gear and pulled back onto the highway. As she approached the interstate, she panicked on which way to go. The signs read Baltimore, Washington, New Jersey. South, she needed to go home. There was no more home, but there were memories. I am so alone, where do I go? God help me, I'm lost already.