I'm a passenger in a car, driving down the bridge in Tigard toward the west. There are police cars and apparently a wreck down at the light at the bottom of the hill. As we drive along, I can see all sorts of bloody human carnage strewn along the right-hand shoulder of the road. As we travel along, you can sort of read the story in the guts - like, here's where this happened, here's where that happened. It's horrifying.

I'm in the passenger seat, but on the left, and my sister Keta is driving, on the right. She's driving kind of erratically, swerving nearly crashing against a tall wood fence. It's making me nervous because I have a baby on my lap; though I'm seatbelted in, the baby is not, and I don't know how to secure it properly. I ask Keta why she is driving like that, but I don't recall her answer.