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that would prove to be. Or he could be--- did he leave his car unlocked? Yes, of course he did. As he drew closer to it, he slowly raised his gun, knowing, however, it would most likely do him no good.
    Suddenly there was a sound; it came from behind him. It was the sound of a car door slamming. He turned. It came from the garage, echoing, ringing in his ear, then---silence.
    “ Michael! ” he called out amidst the quiet. His voice joined the echo of the car door in a reverberating dance with the flurry of the wind. His gaze went to the side of the building, the space between the chain link fence.
    Suddenly, Loomis pivoted back to the front of the garage as the boisterous sounds of a truck engine emanated from within garage on the right. Loomis plummeted out of the way as the tow truck burst through the closed door of the far left garage. Glass and wood splinters flew in the truck’s wake, taking to the air and hurdling in every direction, some soaring into the doctor’s side, sending him headfirst into the gravel in a space near the chain link fence.
    There was no time to lie there. There was no time to be stunned like a rabbit in shock. The doctor scrambled to his feet and ran, just as the truck thunderously collided into the station’s fuel pumps and in turn crashing into the Ridgemont sedan, octane spewing forth from all directions, sparks spreading through the air like fireworks. Occasionally turning back to witness the violent swamp of flames, Loomis continued to run. Suddenly the pumps explode into a brilliant, burning flash of black and luminous orange, flames scorching and consuming the ruptured housing of the garage and adjoining diner. In turn, underground tanks began to detonate, the destruction rocking the surrounding ground. The sedan burst into flames.
    Loomis fell to his knees. He gazed up in the direction of the catastrophe, an arm flung helplessly against the brilliant flashes, shielding his eyes; he attempted to shut himself out from the deafening flame roar and the concussive explosions shattering the remainder of the diner, first blowing out the windows, then in turn bringing the entire foundation to instant ruin. Meteors of wood showered in fragments around him, and he managed a feeble barrier around his head and face with his coat. He then brought the coat down from his eyes, his face pasty white with fear. Intense fear. His body racked with shivers. Suddenly he was no longer bent over in the dust....
    ....he was no longer bent over....
    ....there was no longer any dust....
    ....there was just simply....
    Flames, intense, burning flames….
    …. and he could smell the charred flesh              his own charred flesh, as the men in long heavy coats surrounded him, working over heaps of fire, and for a moment he swore he was
    In hell. Oh, Jesus. Oh, God. I’m in hell….in hell….            
    ....and as they pulled him out, he was still burning, helplessly burning             
    ....and then he was back again, back within the surrounding dust and debris, but he could still hear voices. At first he could not recognize the voices, but then his mind somehow blotted out the rest, and he could here something familiar, something crying out relentlessly....
    ……. don’t save him, for chrissakes, don’t.
    And he realized to his horror that it was his voice he was hearing, his voice long ago; his memories, distant and remote.
    But the flames were there, the flames of the present; the dust was there, staining his face and hands. Yards away, a telephone line junction pole burned, its base shattered by the explosion. Suddenly, the entire pole toppled over, away from the exhausted and terrified doctor. Phone lines began to rip loose and dangle, spurts of electricity danced and quivered on asphalt and gravel.
    The tow truck was nowhere in sight; but for that matter, Loomis didn’t bother to look. He knew where It was headed. He knew what would happen tonight.
    As he