Lifts car

The tears in her eyes were almost blinding, and
Mary-Lou closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the end.
She tensed involuntarily, even though she knew that
was the worst thing you could do in a collision.
She felt a jolt, and she stiffened, but it wasn't a
crash.

They didn't crash at all. After several moments she
opened her eyes. The ground was no longer rising up
at them. Instead all she saw was clouds.
It took her several moments to understand. They
weren't falling; they were flying. She wondered if
perhaps they had died and she simply didn't remember
the crash. Perhaps they were heading to Heaven
together.

If they were heading for heaven, her neck wouldn't
hurt this much.
At least Suzy had stopped crying. Mary-Lou tried
to turn to look at her daughter, but the effort caused a
stabbing pain in her neck.

"Are you OK?" her husband asked.

"My neck hurts," Mary-Lou said. "And I think I
banged my knee."

"Are you OK honey?"

Suzy was slow to respond. Mary-Lou twisted her
entire body, ignoring the twinges of pain in her spine.
She repeated her husband's question. "Are you OK,
honey?"

Her daughter was staring out the window. "I'm
OK," she said. She was silent for a long moment. "I
thought you said Superman wasn't real."

"He's not," Mary-Lou said.

At this age Suzy sometimes had trouble
distinguishing reality from fiction.

"Then who's flying the car?"

It was always busy in the emergency room, but it
was even worse at a time like this. People were
coming in injured from flying glass and debris, and
word was coming in that another tornado was heading
for town.

Houses had already been destroyed and casualties
were coming in.

Being a first responder in times like these was
difficult. Luckily Thomas was an adrenaline junkie.
He reveled in the chance to save lives and the thrill of
speeding down the highway, racing against time. It
made the job easier, enjoying that excitement. It
helped make up a little for the times when there was
nothing they could do.

In his time as a paramedic, Thomas had seen
everything.

Everything but a man in a Superman outfit flying,
carrying a car over his head in a pose that reminded
Thomas a little of the cover of Action Comics number
one.

The man set the car gently down and called out.
"These people need help. I think one of them has
whiplash. She may have a concussion as well."

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