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of his tracks. Those words hauntingly came back to him. How clearly he remembered them. How disturbed they made him feel.

"Are you sure about today?" he turned and questioned his wife.

Stunned, Cindy stopped her hairbrush in mid air and looked intently at him. "Don't tell me you forgot what today was!"

"Uh...no...it's just...the nap I took...you know," he stammered over the words, "I got, kinda confused."

"Well you better have remembered, Mister," Cindy threatened while banishing her hairbrush at him.

"Well go check the coat I wore today," he added. Giggling, Cindy jumped up and ran out of the room. "It can't be," weakly Don argued to himself, "It was just a bad dream." His knees refused to listen to reason and he crumpled into the nearest chair, suddenly out of breath. Cindy came thundering up the stair, with all the vigor and energy he knew she possessed.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed as she came back into the room sporting the diamond ring. "Now I forgive you for working overtime," she said coming over to his chair and throwing her arms around him. Halfheartedly Don returned her embrace. Inwardly Don groaned and cried. He was either living it over again, or maybe he had been given another chance. Maybe he could fix it and keep Cindy from getting hurt. Taking her hands in his, he gazed deep in her eyes.

"Do we have to go anywhere tonight?" he asked hoping against hope that she would agree to stay home, safe from the dangerous outside world.

Cindy's countenance changed, "I've waited all month to go see this play. And the reservations at the restaurant were terribly difficult to get. Please let's go, Don." Sighing, Don nodded in agreement doing so against his whole being. All he wanted to do was to hold Cindy tight, to keep her safe. Hurriedly he glanced at the clock. They never would have been in the car wreck in the first place if he had been ready on time. Don's being late, caused them to take a shortcut, which proved to be very dangerous. Quickly he dressed and was ready early this time.

Cindy was stunning in her brilliant red evening gown. Don helped her into her coat. "Is it raining?" she asked as he reached for the umbrella. Don nodded, knowing without looking out the window. The slick roads from the rain had played a huge role in the accident. "Oh, it's not allowed to rain on our anniversary!" Cindy exclaimed. Rushing through the rain, Don helped Cindy in and ran to the driver's side. He slipped in and paused with his hand on the ignition, hoping

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